The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, December 1, 1926, Page 4

PAGE FOUR The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper experienced a revival, with the exception that the scene has changed. Now the best whaling grounds are vither off the coast of South America or in THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (A waters oy = mt ! That the industry is far from a dead one is at- Published by the Bismarck Tribune’ Company, tested by hte fact that the Alaskan fleet, in the | Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at, year 1925, captured nearly 500 whales, according to, Bismarck as second class mail matter. George D. Mann President and Publisher /2. "Port of the department of commerce. These | {500 whales produced 848,850 gallons cf whale oil, | =" Subscription Rates Payable in Advance i valued at $509,310; 114,400 gallons: of sperm oil,| Reilly by carrier, per year ... ++ee6-$7.20 | valued at $46,637; 1,069 tons of fertilizer from meat, ily by mail, per year, (in Bismarck)...-.. 7-20) valued at $58,372; 158 tons of bone fertilizer, valued j ik state eritslie Kistabtek).0s:.-.« 5.09 at $3,926; 127,149 pounds of pickled meat, valued | ‘Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota 6.00 | at $6,113; and 16 whale car valued at $5,600, | , ember Audit Bureau of Circulation ‘making the total value of the products of these | whales $624,959, | fi ii i ce s i esque fea es have to a great . ted Press is exclusively entitled to, Of ccurse the picturesque features | Sistas: tor republication of all news dispatches | extent disappeared. Instead cf sail power, steam or | efedited to it or not otherwise credited in this pa-| motor ships are used, harpoon guns have taken) Per, and also the local news of spon ieee of ail | Place of the harpooner standing in the bow of a! Meera tite iicik ure also reserved. Nurching long-boat, and modern methods of hand- | —— [ting the captured ‘mammals have taken almost. all Foreign Representatives is romance away from the business. Nevertheless Sy Member of The Associated Press G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY... | it is still an active one and contributes a valuable EY Alas ra ere ttdg. |share toward our national wealth, er PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH | ANEW YORK : Fifth Ave, Bldg. | (Official City, State and Couaty Newspaper) _ Public. Beauty Those persons interested enough in artistic ap-j | pearance to be observant, will have noticed a vast {improvement the last few years in the conceptions icf monuments, publi buildfigs, memorials, and lother cbjects, particularly those sponsored or built |by the federal government. There has been a dis- “ah Me ty co “got. | tinct change for the better and it has not been a able for civic prog Only through these “Bet- | otter of chance. It has been duc to the splendid together” meetings can therod be community expres- |"700" Op the national commission of fine arts and| sion. It is the old town meeting modernized and jy. octent of its efforts is well shown in the tenth | divorced from official and political aspects. | report of the com n, covering the period from | W. E. Witherspoon, coming from the outside, was July 1, 1921, to Dec. 31, 1925, just made public. able through a newness and freshness ef vision tO)” Th atuded in this report are discussions of progres set forth new paths along which the association of i. the planning of Washington, the federal city; civic boosters could travel. He was impressed with |) bie huildings and grounds; parks and parkways; the progressive appearance of Bismarck and in 4/414 aytington Memorial bridge; the Arlington Me- short, :apid-fire address set forth wa) and means | morial National cemetery; American cemeteries and by which civic energy can be harnessed and direet | battle monuments in Europe; the George Washing- into preductive channels, not only material, but ae ‘ton Bicentennial celebration; currency, coins, medals cial as weil. Man cannot live by bread alone, ant) iq standardization of the United States flag if we are to have a well-rounded city the spiritual | yuitdings for the arts, sciences and education; build- | and cultural side of civie affairs cannot be neglected. | ing. for the District of Columbia; the national park« That is'where a live Association of Commerce can’ ang the semi-public buildings in Washington and function, There are tangible results of a year's) oewhere, By this partial list cne may grasp the work in civic affairs, but also there are the hidden | oxtent of the ramifications of the work cf this and uaseen cffects of community effort which prob- | commission. ably do rot stand cut or impress the members of an Too often in the past have buildings and monu- ure potent factors neverthe-| ments been erected in a hurry, with little or no re-} in civic progress. gard for the intrinsic beauty wf the structure or the » corn show, the financing of a county agent, "appropriateness of its setting. A lack of beauty tion cf roads radiating through Bismarck’s | in this regard has been only too noticeable. trade area, spensoring of various drives for com-' ‘The work of the national commission of fine arts munity improvement and many more concrete has had little recognition. Few have realized the achievements are to be credited to the Asso lation | beneficial influence it has been bringing to our na- of Commerce, znd these were just reasons for grati-. tional and other public structures. Future genera- fication at the membership forum Monday evening. | tions, however, making the comparison, will give full But, after a'l, the future is the important busi-) credit to this commissicn fer their work of beautifi- ness ahead. It is well to cast our vision backward! cation, + in order to cutch fresh enthusiasm and inspiration for the job ahead. Next year holds great promise for Bismarck, the fastest growing city in North Dakota. This city has grown away from being | merely the state capital. Business enterprises have | overshadowed the importance of strictly politi | affairs. The state capital is a distinct asset to Bis- (Minneapolis Journal) marck and its citizens, but that has for some time | Judge Marcus A, Kavanagh, quoting Attorney ceased to be the whole show. Aside from the very General George F. Shafer of North Dakota, brings desirable business arising from the fact that Bis-!out one point in favor of capital punishment that marck is the state capital, there has grown up along-! generally is overlooked. Abolition of hanging in side of this volume of business 2 varied industry, his state, Mr. Fisher believes, “has encouraged the which is maintained not by the fortunes of politics,'commission of other crimes cut of which murder but because this city is admirably situated as a job-/ frequently arises, such as bank rcbberies, highway bing and retail center. roberies, burglary and kindred offenses.” It is necessary to foster and cooperate with! The burglar, the highwayman, the bank robber, + strictly state capital business and to protect this| all go about their business armed. Such a one never form cf civic endeavor, but there is another side of , knows just when he is going to find it expedient to the picture which must not be lost sight of, and that! kill. is that Bismarck is the gateway to the rich Mis-| In a state that has a gallows, and uses it, the scuri Slope ard has great possibilities which team-|shadcw of that gallows lies across the path of every work and co ion can bring into realities. ‘burglar and robber. Capital punishment, then, acts] Such gatherings as the one Monday evening typi-!as a deterrent not alone upon those who wish to kill,; “fies can_do much to direct community effort andj but upon those who merely wish to plunder. put the I WILL spirit into Bismarck. Clearing House Community forums such took place Monday evening the Grand Pacific hotel under the auspices of the iation of Commerce are valu- A Communi at Tess. | Editorial Comment ae Fear of the Rope | | Auto Deaths According to estimates recently made up by the} committee on traffic ent statistics of the na-|mania, We trust she feels that she has had a pleas- tional conf treet and highway safety, au-| ant it. At any rate, her royal breeding doubtless tomcbile have ed ;| will impel her to say she feels that way, whatever the fact may be. Queen Marie rode out to the Pacific coast and; back on a special train whose meanderings long’ will be remembered. No excursion’ since the voy-| _ Since 1906 there has been a ly, progressive | age of the Ford peace ship has produced so much; increase in the annual aut» accident death rate,! snappy news. Ford’s prablem was to get the boys, Year by year the situation gets worse. In fact, it! out of the trenches by Christmas, whereas Marie's is estimated that if the death rate for 1925 should! was to get the boys—and the gals, too—out of the continue unchanged for the next 20 years and if,train before there was any nose-punching, face-_| . the population of the United States at the same! slapping or hair-pulling. time remained stationary, a total number of fatali-| Usually, when a royal pilgrimage is in progress, ties due to automobile accidents in that period’ the commoner’s problem is to get on the train at would be approximately 440,000 persons, which is| all. Getting on Her Rumanian Majesty’s train has equivalent to the entire p:pulation of such cities as! not been much of a task. But staying on has been Minneapolis, New Orleans or Cincinnati. }a real accomplishment, something achieved by very __ And if the population of the United States should few army officers and no automobile agents. increase during tha next 20 years at the same rate, The ludicrous, though regrettable, happenings that it has increased annually since 1920, and if the that punctuated the royal tour doubtless have dim- auto death rate shculd remain the same as in 1925,!med scmewhat, in the public mind, that aura of then the total number of auto deaths in the next 20; dignity that glorified Queen: Marie upon: her arrival years would be about 520,000 persons, a truly’ in America, apalling total. Which is hardly fair to the queen. Was Marie' The situation, it can easily be seen, is too serious | to blame for any of it? We do not think so. to be aeeuted It is necessary that something be; Were the newspapers to blame for keeping the done about it! Wider highways, elevated cross- | Public supplied with full information as to the walks, one way streets, playgrounds, more rigid ex-|Comic-opera bickerings and the regular daily put- aminations for prospective drivers, improvements in| tings-off? We do not think so. cars, are some cf the steps that will have to be; Then who, or what, was to blame? Simply that taken and taken socn if this situation is to be ameli-| insatiable desire for personal publicity with whicn orated, \ ‘ 4 great many Americans have bec>me afflicted with- It is a matter for immediate ‘eoncern and some, in the last seven or eight years. There was not concerted Movement should be undertaken from a/ enough limelight to go around. Hence there-was national standpoint to bring to a focus all sugges- | ™uch scrapping over distribution of the reduced ra- tions fcr increased traffic safety. tions. There was nct room enough on the train for everybody to show off at once. So quite a few, Whslins Industry industry ths long been considered a No Hard Feelings, Queen (Minneapolis Journal) Queen Marie has booked passage home to Ru- tal, it may be pointed cut, is larger than the num- ber of fatalities suffered by the United States armed forces during the world war. oes time to time, had to detrain at the water tank BI be Queen Marie is going home. We trust that she overlooks a few little things that have happened, and pa » American public does not blame its royal guest for said happenings. We trust, that the Americans ie Genes Mari teen ney beyond the Rockies do not insist on going aboard ship and escorting her back to Europe. Otherwise, it may become necessary to stop the vessel in mid- ocean and set some of them drift in the dory, the dinghy, the tong-boat, the captain's gig—or what- set ‘om ‘lamps threw THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE eae. ee ms Buy a” and Prd ~ —CASSEL in New York Evening Woric aaa made no reply. They stood together for some little time, while the or- chestra ran over its songs and the ushers admitted straggling lines of townspeople. As yet there had been only a half dozen students among them, Kivana’s watch now showed ecight- into red gloom, The shadows from| forty-five, and the audience might the candles on the stage were wuver- ing giants on the walls, The build- ing was cold and silent. “What are we going to do?” she Judith looked uneasily at Eric.) whispered to the man beside her. Stephen Klvana, after the first] ay if in answer to the question, glance at the empty auditorium, had! pric appeared in the wings : stood, quietly smiling, at one side. \ He wag striding toward them with His al amusement drew an gn intent frown on his-face. angry ance from the girl, as shei” “We'll begin.” he said, going up stepped forward sf ae Eric's arm. 'to Kivana. “As soon as the orchestra “It's ” she said. has. pl: i _ 0 with Eric and jealous of Judith. Erie shook his head, and Klvana! go Before Ronee i ITTY” SHEA, town bootleg: * | proffered an open watch. “It’s eight-|" Kivana nodded and walked toward ger, is found dead after trying to’ | thirty-five,” he said. a ‘table on which a pitcher of water blackmail Mrs. Brown, Judith, be- Erie wheeled about. “Don’t croak,! and a glass were standing. frjending her, had asked Eric to! | you two. This is no time to weak-| “Eric,” said Judith, “how did you silence Sh and now thinks he; Judith, you've got to stand b advertise this meeting?” may be implicated in Shea's’ A stooped man carrying a violin, He answered as though against death, emerged from the musicians’ door’ his will. “I had a delegate in every Mrs. Brown obtains Eric's re-\ | under the stage. “My men are all frat and sorority that I could trust. lease, after his arrest as a mMfe- | here, sir,” he said to Eric. I spread my hints broadcast, without rial witness, by offering an aiibi The boy nodded. “Better have ever committing myself. I had that endangers her own reputa- {them practice the tunes once or|them all lined up to strike tonight tion. . | twice, until the crowd begins to} at the dinner tables all over Pendle- The dean tries to bully Judith” | come.” He spoke with a desperate!ton, 1 thought I’d picked good men into taking part in his mammoth | courage. to marshal ’em in. I evidently pick- reform campaign. Dr. Dorn also “Look,” cried Judith. At one of: ed spinele: ” urges her. the entrances, Erie’s henchmen were, He strode away from her. The or- Dorn and Eric fight over some | ushering in two or three groups of! chestra swung into a Sousa march. sccusation that Dorn has made, | people. “You see,” she said, “they’re|'The throbbing tread of the music concerning Judith. beginning to com beat strangely upon the great empty Eric persuades her to join his Eric looked grim. “They'll have’ spaces and came back in a thousand party the next night, to spoil the | to come faster than that.” echoes, Judith could e rie dean’s revival meeting, to which A distant chiming of many bells straightening his tie as he whispered the state legislaturs are coming. drifted in from the south. “Dean to Kivana. He sends a taxi for her, and she | Brown’s meeting is beginning,” said ‘Then both men were stepping out arrives at the old theatre wh Eric, He turned on his heel and jnto the center of the stage, and the Eric is to hold his meeting rival- | walked away from them. 7 'music stopped. Judith. could see ing the dean’s revival, KLVANA, The musicians began discordant Eric taking his stand near the flick- Russian bolshevist, is the speak- | tuning of their instruments. Klvana ering red candles, while Kivana stood, er. laughed. “Spiritless musie for a @ little back. At the hour for opening, Eric’s: | red meeting,” he said. “I imagine ” auditorium is almost empty. this venture will fall through. truly sorry.” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Judith turned on him. CHAPTER XLVI WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE War rages in Pendleton Univer- sity between the student radicals. led by ERIC WATERS, and the conservative. faculty, led by DEAN TIMOTHY BROWN. JUDITH MARTIN, young in- structor, sides with the students, to the horror of DR. PETER DORN, serious-minded young professor, who admires her. MYRA ALDRICH is in love sons. en, id Eric, “I am hero Peon His voice blurred in Judith’s ears. | r “Don't ad- She stood in the wings, straining her mit you think that. We've got to eyes for newcomers in the pit. She searlet shades of the rear! stand by Eric now.” ‘tried to hear his words, but they the pit of the theatre} He looked at her shrewdly, but slipped into one another and rolled BY CONDO The ‘away. ;_.Then the tall man behind Eric straightened his shoulders and took |a step forward. There was a half- ‘hearted clapping from a dozen pairs of hands, Kivana began to speak. She could hear his rich, clearcut enunciation (with its hint of European precision. “Emancipation,” he said, “and deiiv- leranca trom cant—” There were other phrases, beautifully rounded, flung from his lips at the almost empty auditorium with ao fine disre- gard of circumstances. There was movement in the gul- lery, the vague stirring of ‘a stolid | audience that finds itself moved } against its will. But the rows of ‘red-looped seats in the pit yawned | emptily. Judith leaned forward to catch a \ glimpse of -his body. She saw him | leaning far over the edge of the plat- ; form, hurling. words into space, the red spots on his: cheeks aflam | And as she looked and listened, | faint sound began, to weave sin out through the cadences of speaker. It was music, far off, and the tune was nameless. , | Judith . peered at ‘the’ musicians j under the stage. They had slumped over their instruments, and the cel- list was asleep with his head hanging _ back against his chair. The, demon ‘music that she heard was not front ; them. ! She strained her ears. The music eh (caiageseanes 4 pried Lge ivana reached a glowing , tossed his curly hair off his foreheed and stretched out an arm to his meager audience. Then there was a clatter at the great central doors, which burst open, to s fanfare of braying mypic, and ‘the head of a strange the beck of. the ‘There were houts and trampling feet, and the dancing light of torch- es, and forms thronging in through the doorway, led by one whose torches were by others on either side. of ; Then she HeRe’S A CHECK For |Two Wesks’ Fay, AND] HERE'S Toure HAT — bpiceggrnapaity 1 ‘ ee I Za have numbered thirty or forty per-|~ again. j , Just look what you've ened sweetheart to her feet. ion. thrust itself Ane, ‘saxophones, and it marched’ té the rhythm of muffled drums, Down the aisle came the tramping procession. “Arise!” brayed the saxophones. “Arise!” sang a hodge- podge of ors and sand squeaky sopranos. “Arise!” beat drums. “The day of glory is hand! The music reached higher cres- cendos as the head of the column neared the stage. Then Judith, grasping for Eric’s hand, shrieked in a voice that reached him only as a whisper, “It’s Will!” Will it was, in the green riding suit, hat off, marching solemnly amidst the capers of his folowe at lustily. “My God!” said Eric, and it was hard to tell what emotion the words expressed. The procession wound its way into the front rows, filled one and thread- ed through another, ry, member standing stiffly by his chair. Tramping, shrieking “The Mar- seillaise,” the throng was filling the theatre pit as‘tapidly as salt from @ bag pours into a salt shaker. Ju- dith was clutching at Eric’s hand. Klvana stood by his ket of flam- ing roses, dark eyes glittering in the candle light. The Bijou theatre was filling to audience, The saxophone players in front stopped, gasping. The voices died down, and for a moment there was a heavy silence. Then babel broke loose, and Judith stood in the torchlight on the stage. | nudience with a standing shrieking It had been going on for years— this riot of voices and dizzy flicker- ing of lights. The road ran by under them like a smooth ribbon of steel. Winding after their car came the cary of others, and the taxis they had gathered up on Main street. They were all singing—each car a differ- ent tune. Judith opened her eyes from the daze in which she had hung sus- pended. On her left was Eric, placid, silent, bending his handsome head over the steering wheel, so that gtints from the speedometer light caught in his green eyes. On the other side was wedged Will Weth- erel. He was bending ruefully over his green thigh, “Damned torch bearer singed my pants,” he mut- tered. “Ruined this suit, I’m afraid.” Eric spoke up. “That suit has served its purpose anyway, Wethercl. When I used to razz it, 1 never thought it would lead @ crusade to my rescue!” “Neither did 1,” answered Will. “But don’t take too much credit to »| dance. | flanked by torch-bearers and sifiging yourself, I got a kick ‘but of the torches and songs. Gad}'' How the dean will rage! There weren't fifty vagete at hie @ally.”5, > y' were turning in ‘now at the Sigma Psi fraternity house, with a long line of machines behind them. Eric threw open the door, and they found the hall swarming with stu- dents—men and co-eds. “Poole talked to empty space,” was the cry that. greeted them. ‘ - Someone made a dive for the piano and struck up a syncopated version of “The Marseillaise.” Feet’ began to tap and throats to hum, and Eric held Judith close in an improvised “We'll celebrate our wedding tonight, Judith,” he whispered, his ‘lips against her vivid hair: - “We'll run out to Earlham after the party.” She made no articulate-reply. A vague sense of discontent: tugged at her. But she danced lose! to his heart and smiled up into yes. The music stopped with @ bang just as they neared the: great oak table in the hall. And Eric,.with ao mighty swing, lifted Judith till her toes touched the table top and she stood high ebove the shoulders of them all, q The men began to laugh. “Give us a dance! Give us a dgnee!” The pianist was banging his chords. And Judith began to laugh wneertainly, seeing only the green cyes of Eric greedily upon her. * Someone running from the music room tossed a marMolin to her. “Give us a Carmen! Give usa Car- men!” She laughed again, excitedly. “She wi holding the mandolin awkwardly, hesitantly, when front door opened and, amid a sud- den hush, Dean Timothy Brown stood there with a gargoyle face of con- torted stone. Others were behind him. The dean paused but a. moment. Then, taking in the tableau his lips writhed and he sprang for Judith. “Get down, you shameless hussy— you—” He grabbed for ber wrist, and Judith recoiled. But someone behind the dean had moved—even more quitkly than he. A long arm flashed out ant the fist it propelled crashed violently against the dean’s jaw. And Tinwthy fell like a log, his head bumpirg solidly ainst the red tiling. Once more dead silence ‘illed the room, to be shettered by a piercing . shriek from one of the girls (To Be Continued) The bridges are burned tehind Ju- dith now. She is through @ Pendle- ton. But she finds her |ove—and happiness—in the concluding chapter tomorrow. silence with his sters, sa “['d rather see you in yor than in that there dress, to magry the man you've give your wotd to” — Cherry flung her bare’’ white arms above her head, dropping the cloud of her wedding veil, so that it fell in rorde— hrqud {# pile at her feet, { “oh, ont” Her voice ‘rose on a high, shrill note of hysteria and on- ger and grief and pain. Fait ing her, her own limbs. drugged with {terror and the natural revul reserved nature toward a knew that Cherry could not have controlled herself to. save, her life. “Cherry! Baby!” Mrs. Lane moan- ed, reaching out a trembling hand. done, Jim ne, fore Cherry's. high-toned | friends “Shut up!” Cherry screamed. “Oh, God! I wish I were dead. My own father wishes I were dead! He tells ‘me so! When all I’m trying to do is to help my family, to make some- ‘body of myself! You want me to marry a day laborer like you, I guess!” she whirled upon her father, who sat looking up # her with stun- ned, almost stupid brown eyes. “If I'd married. Chester Hart or some other poor but thqnest worki man—” her voice curled like the lash of a whip around the despised words —“you've had slobbered all over me with joy, and you’d have been per- fectly satisfied to see me slave and get old and ugly and raise a houseful of brats, like Mother did! But just because I’ve got the looks and the brains to snatch off # rich hus! you'd rather sce in my shroud. “I hate you!” her passionate voice an led.on. “I hate everybody! Oh! ht”? x Regardless of the wedding veil which wound itself disastrously about her tiny, spurning feet, she sped from the room, shaking off Faith’s detain- ing ai she passed her. “Let's get out of this house, Fay!” “Long” Lane rose, pulling his ie 5 Dad, if you want to beat her again, 'L won't try to stop you, Good Lord! What a family!” Fay Allen, with a shy, frightened glance over her shoulder at “Long,” ‘wdvanced jerkily to where Mrs. Lane sat rocking and weeping. “Good-bye, Mrs, Lane, I’m—I'm glad I met you. I had a nice—" ghe caught herself up in time, blushing furiously. “Good- bye, Mr. Lane. I-—I hope I'll see you ‘again “soon.” Faith suddenly ‘found herself, in . the way the girl they had all called “that fast Fay Allen” wa: going through the gestu leave-taking. Even Selma Pruitt and Frances Warren were smiling almost naturally as they acknowledged her timid farewells. - “Good-bye, Fay,” Faith moved for- | ward suddenly, Iaid:‘s hand on ‘the sleeve of the little brown velvet suit. ;“You must come again-soon for din- Tim awfully giad you and Long are such good friends.” “Thank you—Faith,” Fay Allen's Nips trembled, then suddenly she raised her face, confidingly as a child, for a kiss, : “I think she’s sweet,” Faith whis- pered to “Long” at the door. undress. I feel foolish in shart. skirts,” Selma Pruitt seized Frances’ hend. “Oh, Faith, darling, would you mind bringing our clothes to Jone ronmek.: 1 ' SAINE 2s, SINNER At that ghastly sound jn the room: which Jim Lane had stricken to door was locked. She bent and called softly through the keyhole: “Blease, dear, the girls want to dress. May I just come in and get their clothes?” There was no answet, but Faith heard the thud of slippetess little fee as Cherry slipped frim the bed upon which she had throvn: herself tu weep and rage. After : long min- ute, the door was opened afew inches and Cherry's bare arms,,piled high with dresses and hats, wre» thrust out, though her body aril face re- mained concealed. Wheti she had flung the things at Faiths fect, she banged the door. ““Vnles Hittle bass ie to vel George Pruitt I don’t are what he says, I'm not going,ta be her bridesmaid! She's as comma as pig- tracks, no matter how pretty:she is! Vd do anything for Fath, for George’s sake—though it locks pretty plain to me that she wontinarry him —but I'll be double-darned:if I’m going to make a fool of nyelf—” “That wedding dress!’ Frances Warren's laughing voig cut in, “Wouldn’t you think she’dbe asham- ed to splurge so on his mmey before she’s married to him? Everybod¢ at the wedding will knowjhe bought ill her things! Me—lI’d ther wear a white China silk the my own S| father paid for—’ \ Faith raised a hand ti knock on the door, unable to bea anything more. (To Be Continuel) ' (Copyright, 1926, NEA Sevice, Inc.) TOMORROW: SHORT TALKS BY THQUGHTFUL MOTHERS An Indiana mother tellsjhis: “We find nothing to compare wth Foley's Honey and Tar Compoundfor coughs and colds. My little lad lad trouble with his bronchial tubes is third year, but since we ing him Fol Honey have been al to contrd: it. know there is¢nothing compare with Foley's Honey andiTar Comf- pound.” The very nane tells a story. Good also for ¢mup (spas- modic) and troyblesone. night coughs. Ask for it. —adv. Flapper Fanny Says “Letie . this Colonial dress, after wearing