The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, March 8, 1927, Page 8

T 1 H lis wreeked like an old-time stage coach, Our cities he Bismarck Tri bune | are protected and secure; yet when the earth’s crust An Independent Newspaper | shivers a little they topple like the mud walls of THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER ancient Nineveh. Searcans (Established 1873) Scmetimes it seems almost as though nature Published by the Bismarck Tribune Company, | resents the way in which mankind has partially con- | Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at|quered her; as though she bided her time only to! Bismarck as second class mail matter. loose her tornadoes and snow storms and ocean | George D, Mann..........President and Publisher yates when he least expected them, to remind him | | Subscription Rates Payable in Advance that he still clings to life only by her favor. 5 Daily by carrier, per year ........+.5- Consider how ea the race might be anni- Daily by mail, per year, (in Bismarck). | hilated! A 70-degree drop in the average tempera- Come sae, eA eee ture—little enough when you think of the blades in state outside Bismarck). tures prevailing on some of the other stars—would | ey toa sural ot er | do it ina month. A single slip in the carth’s steady | spinning on its axis; a very small change in the | Member of The Associated Press | world’s atmospheric conditions; a very small in- The Associated Press is exclusively entitled t| crease in the sun's heat, lasting only a day or so, the use for republication of all news dispatches | ji. the sudden, momentary flaring up of flame on Gredited to it or not otherwise credited in this Pe | hurning, stick; a slight readjustment of the rela.’ rablished herein. All rights of republication of ail tions between the various bacteria that live in and i about us all—any of th would leave the earth | as devoid of human beings as the moon. other matter herein are also reserved. sah ihed Sdfersd dtenekinth hie | And nature reminds us of it once in a while. G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY Perhaps she strikes with a gale; perhaps she sends 1 earthquake; it is all the same. MITH PAYNE, ili oe She is merely giving us a hint of the remorse- NEW YORK Fifth Ave. Bidg. ‘less, irresistible forces that ¢radle our vaunted “se- curity”—telling us again that life is only a wee candle flame, burning alone in the tremendous vault | of eternal, limitless, soundless darknes | Let us not grow too proud, (Official City, State and County Newspaper) is Bismarck Extends Welcome ‘Today marks the opening of Bismarck's Trade Week and chief emphasis is being placed upon the style show and the display of the 1927 automobile but the ¢ t not confined to such nar row limits. It is really to be a goodwill week. There is no special reaching out after business; no reat sales are in progress. Bismarck mer X- tends a welcoming hand and asks its visitors to spend a few days here in getting better acquainted with the stores and the personalities behind them. When Anger Is a Liability It's the easiest and most natural thing in the world for a man to lose his temper for a minute or so. Nothing is more “human” than to seek to “get even” with someone who has offended us. | Ordinarily, these little outbursts that all of us \indulge in don’t hurt anyone. But there is one i one Ss ‘ h 46 ttle | circumstance in which nene of us should ever let his The Capital City is holding open house to \\" temper get the better of him. ‘That is—when driv- good people of the great Slope territory who ook | ine aalautoinbbile to it as their natural trade source and a place of Sure, it. makes you mad when the other fellow tion and diversion. In addition to the many | ..t."i in front of you or passes you on the wrong m and varied indust! narek offers aa \side, Sure, it’s natural for you to want to get ahead points of interest, such % capitol building, the | 4 cut’ your car in sharp in front of his. But don’t Liberty Memorial building with its museum, the do it i hospitals, Indian School and many other places that |“"wicnentary losses of temper, we'll wager, cause ssi aap WAL Pet lliacdpdted 02 a | about as many traffic accidents as any other single No city in the state has shown a greater growth caalad, than Bismarck. Its building program has gone on | ey aad while you're driving a car, It steadily now for the past decade and prospects are) ead ; * . may cost you your life. for continued expansio Every facility at the com- | mand of this city’s citizens through sociation | of Commerce and various civie organizations is at | In Medieval China the disposal of the guests of Trade Week. Are we living in the twentieth century or the A most hearty welcome and best wishes for an thirteenth? enjoyable sojourn. Recent dispatches from Shanghai sound as if it a were the thirteenth. 7 Picture Writing—Then And Now Does the populace grow unruly as a hostile army In an ancient cave in an Arkansas state park have | approaches? Agitators are led out into the street been discovered rudely daubed pictures, painted on | and beheaded, and their heads are posted where all the rocks many centuries ago by some Indian scribe|may see them. There is no talk of “free speech”; or other whose very tribe is now forgotten. there are no trials. Action is speedy and ruthless. Scientis y these pictures are a kind of writ- | That harks back to medieval days. The general ing, put down sme sort of message or record , commanding in Shanghai would have won the heart for succeeding generations. . They are trying now to | of Louis the Eleventh of France, or William the decipher them. Conquero! It’s an interesting affair. Perhaps this picture) It illustrates, too, a slight difference between writing contains a bit of old Indian history, record- Chinese and American civilizations today. ing the adventures of some dusky nation centuries —__ before Columbus came. Perhaps it tells some chap- ter in Indian theology, or notes some early scientific discovery. No matter, It isn’t the only bit of picture writ- ing that lies about us, waiting to be interpreted, No man ever expressed his inner thought as clearly as he wished; no man ever was able to present his own ms to his fellow men in just the way he him, w them. All writing, from twentieth century free verse back to Homer, is alike in that respect; it is the more or less s ful effort of a dreamer or 2 poet or a seer to record for posterity his conception of the power and the glory in which life is o vironed. Shakespeare had his vision of life, and all hi plays represent hi ton, too, vision, and Bynyan and Shelley and tortured, cynical Swift, and Whitman and To to d all left picture writings, as it were, to make it plain to us. One saw life as a pageant begirt with splendor | and suffering and hope; another mode Some Comforting News Not all of the day’s news is discouraging. Onee in a while there is a gleam of light. ~ In Englewood, N. J., the Fitst Presbyterian jchurch has built a large parish house. This build- ling is open not only to church members, but to all |the youth of the community. More than 50 boys \use it every day. Some of the boys are from Jew- ish families; others are from Irish Catholic homes; still others from homes where thee is no church affiliation at all. No matter; all are welcomed. It seems to us that more is being done there for n. | real tolerance, neighborliness and good citizenship than in any place we have heard of for a long time. |. Editorial Comment | i A Guardian of Democracy (Rochester Democrat and Chronicle) x Lapses from democratic systems of government er conceived it aS 2) in Europe since the world war have been preceded long fight between the sons of light and the powers | and accompanied by gross misuseof the press as a of darkness; another could see only a painful, hope-| means of propaganda, In one country after an-| less pilgrimage through a vale of woc and denial; | other the coterie of politicians seeking power has another envisioned an everlasting revolt, begire! insured the downfall of popular rule by’ poisoning with beauty and majesty. No two saw it the same + drugging the sources of information on which These are our picture writii They wait, be-| the people depend for their news. As public opin- tween book covers, for each of us to decipher a ion ig a basis of government in Europe, just as it is best he can. ‘o longer are we rude savages, squint-' j,, America, and as such a body of opinion is for- ing in the dusk at red daubs on a bare rock and | mylated on the news is not difficult to under- spelling out their meaning; our picture writing iS | stand why Primo de Rivera in Spain, Mussolini in| traced by high artists on lofty canvases. | Italy and other dictators elsewhere have insisted on Yet we areekin to these forgotten red men. | oontrol of the press. | We, like them, find life full of puzzles and con- In his address before the Rochester Press celui tradictions that we do not understand. And, like} ,, ntly, Edward McKernon, superintendent of the | them, we turn to our picture writings for guidance. cient Division (atthe Aasecimpeal Press, referred | to the fact that the press of the Central Empires | previous to the world war was absolutely under the | control of the imperial governments and: was vir- tually a vast engine of propaganda, rather than of news. Through state-controlled newspapers the| had Winter Storms; Reminders Every now and then, when man grows a bit too cocky, old Mother Nature stands up and delivers a couple of healthy wallops that remind him he isn’t lord pf the entire creation, after all. governments of Germany, Austria-Hungary and Man has done a great many noteworthy things. | their allies not only kept the people in ignorance of He has burrowed through mountains, flown through | the true state of affairs outside their own boun- the air, visited every nook and corner of the earth,/ daries, but were able to prepare the way for the harnessed the lightning and turned deserts into gar-| greatest wer in history almost unchallenged. den spots. Believing in democratic government, the founders | But still, as of old, he is helpless when nature (of this republic guaranteed freedom of the press goes on a rampage. | by constitutional provision. Yet it was not until) He has not yet found a way of chaining the tor-| recent years that America discovered in the news nado and the hurricane. Twenty-four hours of|system of the Associated Press a basis for the | heavy snow still can tie up his railroads and autos, | formation of public opinion uninfluenced by the per- | cut off his telephone and telegraph lines and im-|sonal views of news disseminators. As Mr. Mc- prison him securely in his burrow. Tidal waves|Kernon pointed out, the old personally condueted | will still smash through his seawalls and devastate | journalism of a bygone age consisted of a small the nearby land. The sea still takes its toll of his| percentage of news and a large precentage of what shipping. the editor of the paper thought of the news. The For, although we have made great strides since | service of the Associated Press, designed to give the days when we lived in caves and dressed in| the unvarnished truth to newspapers of all shades gntanned skins, we ‘still are on the earth only on of opinion, for the first time in the history of the sufferance. And it is quite proper that the bliz-| world has made it possible for the common man zards, gales and earthquakes that have hit various | to know the facts and form an opinion unhampered parts of our country recently should remind us of | by the will of other persons. * that fact. As freedom to think is and must always be the _ Our ocean liners are breath-taking jons of | basis of true democracy, it can be said without “enduring: steel; yet when the Titanic. disputed ‘the | qualification that an unbiased news service such as tight-of-way with an iceberg she proved as sink-| that of the Assotiated Press is » watchdog of the able as an old Phoenician galley. Our railroads | people’s liberties, a guatdian of democracy, a guar- ‘are as solid and safe.as ingenuity ‘can make them; | antee of the rights and an assurance of the future ‘a landslide hits a track, the next train 4 the common man and woman. 3 he One That Got Away ART IS LONG Customs offieers have decided thut the modernist sculpturings of Con- stantin Brancusi, the Rumanian, are not art and therefore are subject to duty, 40 per cent @s usual. will be an awful blow to the big dot-dash-and-dollar artists of Europe who every few weeks send across their mess of color for a mess of choice American pottage... . They even, had King George puzzled a whilé back. He stopped before a painting of an Abyssinian sunset or something and wanted to know if it was a dog or just a fish... . A pic- ture of an Alpine crag was sent over to America recently and it took the experts four days to decide whether it was a school of salmon attacking a tin can factory or the artist's con- cept of a bevy of Brazilian beezarks pursuing a crazed ovis poli. ... One of Braneusi’s works looked so much like an egg to the inspector that he thought he'd boil it, but when they told him it was “Bird in Flight” he let it fly.... But art is long and life is like that. | | s We hope that some of these war like legislators who are always, threatening to meet one another out> side really do meet one another out- side after the next elections, We are wondering if the tempor- ary White House has a nice breakfast room. It begins to look as if Mr. Coolidge is going to have to buy some buckwheats for Mr. Borah. Well, now that General Smedley Butler has been sent to Shanghai, it will be almost safe for the boys to resume their usual entertainments. Kites! : (Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc.) { A THOUGHT | Boast not thyself of tomorrow; thou knowest not what a d: bring forth—Proverbs xxxvii:1. that every an ass.— It will come to pass braggart shall be found Shakespeare. Puris.—A chef, secking novelties, recently served a medieval meal. The table cloth was pleated so guests could wipe their mouths OUR This | f may | j * Sov GOA TARow Body IN- YOvRE USIN’ ALEGAL Bail / Against her will, but upon Church- ill’s insistence, Faith had agreed to wear black during her sister’s trial ‘or murder, “Everything's got to be just right to win the sympathy of the judge and the jury,” Churchill had argued. And so, on Monday morning, J: ary 3, Faith arrayed herself in an i expensive but smart-looking satin dress, designed and made by herself. A vestee of pleated white chiffon and a pleated white frill at the cuffs, relieved the costume of sombreness. Lincoln Pruitt, head of the Pruitt Wholesale Grocery, and father of George Pruitt, who had once hoped that Faith Lane would marry him, had generously given Jim Lane leave of absence, on full pay, from his new job as night watchman, a kindne which Faith knew had been suggested by George. Now, don’t you worry about Joy” Aunt Hattie commanded, as she buzz- ed about Faith, helping her to get away to the trial. “Her fever's way down this morning, and I'll telephone to the courthouse if she takes a turn for the worse. And for land's sake, eat yourself a good lunch. No use starving yourself to death because reporters ‘and meddlesome Matties watch every bite you eat.” Three reporters, two of them wom- en, and a couple of photographers, were stationed before the Myrtle Street house when Faith and her father appeared on the front porch in answer to a pre-arranged signal from Bob's auto horn. “Just a minute, Miss Lane, Mr. Lane,” one of the girl reporters beg- ged, springing upon the porch and touching Faith on the arm. “We've heard that your brother, James Lane Jr, was married yesterday to Miss Fay Allen, Is the report true?” F smiled into the eager eyes of the newspaperwomen, “Yes, it’s true He and Fay have been sweethearts hat Miss Allen wanted her loyalty and belief ence 2” fingers, no plates or forks were used. The uncarpeted floor was strewn with foliage. The platters were of wood, and all dishes and de- canters of pewter. There were cel pasty, minced fowl, old wines, roots and leeks served ‘with spice’ sauce and garlic, fruit and sweet wine from Cyprus. .ARDING HOUSE MR. AMOS B. HOOPLE, - GOMETIMES KNOWN AG MASOR HOOPLEZ —~ DID =a Nol RESIDE IN SPRINGFIELD MAGGACHUGETIG, THIRTY YEARS AGOZ'~ AND PRIOR “TO “THAT Nol LIVED IN ENGLAND 2» Now: tl wipueinas CO OEE SAIN] ot SINNER “If you like,” Faith smiled? “But perhaps you had better ask my sis- ter-in-law. She and my brother will be at the trial. Let’s hurry, Dad. Bob is waiting.” “Have you seen Kong yet?” Bob in- quired, when at last the Lanes had escaped questioning and the car was aded toward the courthouse. \“Darned decent of Fay, I think.” “No. They spent the night in Marlboro, but we talked to them over the phone. Long's terribly happy, and Fay says she is, too,” Faith an- |swered. “We're glad, aren't we, | Dad?” “Reckon so,” Jim Lane nodded gloomily. “Think this tie is too loud, | Bob?” he inquired anxiously, finge: ing the purple and brown atro that flowed across his unaccustomed |white shirt. “Martha bought this tie |for me last Christmas, and I sorta thought she'd be pleased if I wore it today.” . While Bob was reassuring Mr. Lane, Faith stared unseeing at the congested streets through which the car was being expertly stecred. She could not realize that she was actu- ally on her way to the courthouse to take part in the greatest drama which had ever touched her life. It was all a nightmare, a long, dread- ful nightmare. She would wake soon, to find Cherry safe at home again, oversleeping, as usual, one apricot-tinted cheek burrowed against a tiny, pink-nailed hand, short cop- per-and-gold curls rioting over a pummeled pillow. “Good heavens! ‘They've got the courthouse square decked out like a country fair!” Bob’s exclamation of anger and dismay brought Faith sharply to a alization that it was not a sleeping ightmare, but a waking one, She stared about her, horror-stricken, un- believing. «TOMORROW: h finds Cherry's name and picture exploited. | ‘The largest natural floating island thut ever existed was one formed in one of the lower arms of the Mis- sissippi River. It started in 1778 as a tangled mass of brush and trees. Finally it became ten miles long, 600 feet wide and eight feet in depth. It finally was removed by the state of Louisiana, Re quip I ca Copyright, 1925, wi THE STORY Ned followed without knowing that he had left behind a seething mass of curiosity, Dabbs knew it. That Claude had an unknown neph ew was unthinkable, and unsup- ported by the facts concerning the Dabbs family as known in Peace Valley. Jim Farnum made one brave ef- fort toward putting things on the proper Peace Valley footing. As Mr, Dabbs led Ned to the door, Jim found his voice: “Didn't ktiow you had @ nevvy, Claude,” he called out, “and don’t exactly see how you can, either, seeing you're the only one of the hull Dabbs family left.” “My second cousin's boy from the West. He's always called me uncle, though, instead of cousin, owing to the difference in years, Come on, Ned,” and Dabbs opened the door, ed found himself in a queer, bare little room, almost filled by @ big table-topped desk of the vintage of 1860, quite as large as a modern dining table, and a vast armchair that looked even older, though both were in an excellent state of repair. ‘There were no pictures on the wall, only a calendar. “My office,” Dabbs explained. “But ,| come on and meet Aunt Lyddy, one of the best women God ever put breath in, but likely to be flustered if you bring anybody on her—sud- dentike.” He opened a door leading: into the interior of the house and ush- ered Ned into the family dining room. Aunt Lyddy sat at the ta- ble, a Rochester lamp in the center on an elaborately embroidered cen- terpiece.. The lamp had a white shade, but affer the harsh fight of “Come In and Meet Aunt Lyddy.” the shop, Ned was grateful for the softer glow. Aunt Lyddy was a personable old lady, handsome de- spite her sixty-odd years, with a great pile of the whitest hair Ned had ever seen, She was knitting industriously and reading at the same time, her book propped up against the lainp. She looked up.as Mr. Dabbs en- tered and scrutinized Ned from over the rims of her glasses. “Well, Mister Dabbs, this is a pretty time to come home! Teen ajoying around somewhere, as us- ual, 1 suppose.” ‘Brought you something, Aunt Lyddy.” Mr, Dabbs patted heron the back and placed a small -pack- age in her lap. “Just a little some- thing to satisfy that awful craving you've got for jewelry.” ‘Then, -be- fore the delighted old woman could open the box or speak, he continued, his hand on Ned's shoulder: “But I brought a bigger present thi that back with me. Aunt Lyddy, this is my adopted nephew, Ned Carter.” “H’m, adopted!” As she. spoke, Aunt Lyddy’s eyes remained fixed on, Ned. “Yes, adopted. But remember, Aunt Lyddy, he’s just ‘nephew’ to those gas bags in the store waiting to. be filled and float around ‘town with the news,’ Aunt Lyddy nodded. “Well, you | showed right good taste in select- ing a nephew, Claude. He’s a pre- sentable-looking young fellow, I'll say that. If so bé as he treats you as fair as. you treat’ him,.he can ‘stay here and. welcome.” \ “Thankyou, Aunt Lyddy,” and Ned smiled his: friendiiest, “I cer- tainty. mean well!” “Meaning well’s one thing; doing well’s another.” But Aunt Lyddy smiled back at him so that all sting from ‘the cautious sen- Now, what you two ram- paging idiots mean coming home at this’‘hour of ‘the night, springing a brand-new relation on me and: with no notice to get his room ready for him?” i “Oh, go along, Aunt.Lyddy! You can fix the room-next:to-mine in a Jiffy while ‘Ned and » finishing a bite of your’ lemon. pi “Pie? « Finishing: my pie! Who said a word about A ple? Who said T made any pie?” “I did. .I smell. it.” Aunt Lyddy Jaughed. “He smelled it. »" turning to Ned, “did you ever hear tell of a man like 'that? Set right‘down, both of you, and I'll @taye that pie brung onthe ta- bte before:you .can get your hands out of your pockets.” ys “I don’t think I can eat anything is she left the dia “Even. if you: weren't hungry, could-you resist that?” ~ Two ‘hi; ited Sica ‘ b borne by rn§ Lyddy:on ye, \- Lager aie os wat ever seen; Aiin' fore them thé a pitcher of cold m! wedge of cheese. With a hearty, “Enjoy yourselves; boys, while I fix Ned's roo’ she left them.~ Presently Ned conid hear her, a9 she tramped ‘about the “next room to mine,” presumably “fixing it.” By that time he had tasted Aunt Lyd- dy's:ple. - Though she trod like an elephant, yea, even th she gored, he knew now that he would aiways love her. “Good, ain't It, Ned?” Mr. Datibe asked, as Ned took a second help- ing. Ned nodded, mentally noting that’ whatever he might have to suffer from country table manners in sthers, Mr. Dabbs would never never put out the whole pie,” Dabbs offered. “How can you tell? You pract!- cally hurled me down her throat.” Down Aunt Lyddy's throat! You don’t know her. Why, I couldn't make that woman give you any more than a measly little bit of pie if she didn’t cotton to you. Aunt Lyddy’s a fine woman, but a terror for having her way. She isn't my own aunt. She's an old friend of my mother’s and when Mom died Aunt Lyddy made up her mind that E needed looking after and just came along and took possession. I couldn't get along without her now.” Aunt Lyddy returned, announc- ing that the room was ready and advised Ned t ” He followed: her al The “room next mine” was @ big, airy room, overlooking the garden at the wide of the house and far removed from the noises of the shop. Its deep-seated windows indicated the age of the house. The furniture was really old, consequently,. good. and unobtrusive, and the wail paper: was a deep cream, with a little border of yellow roses. The old four-poster looked invit- ing. Aunt Lyddy padded heavily away and Ned leaned out of the window, conscious of the soft, sweet, damp smell of a springtime garden. As he left the window he was conscious of voices near him. Bat the roont was empty, so was the hall outside his déor. After a mo- Ment he concluded that the voices came through an old-fashioned hot- register in the floor of his room. He heard Aunt Lyddy say: “Claude Dabbs, I'm a dear lover of trath, and the trath I'll have out of you !f it takes me all night. My usual hour for bed !s 8:30 sharp. and here it is nearly ten, and gifts of amethyst: brooches, though pret- ty and tastefully chosen I must say, won't. blind me to my duty. I've ever been a kinda gardeen for your home since your Mom died. Who's this young man?” “Why, he's a young fellow I met up with-in New York. He's been in the army — just dischar; The very name of Peace Valley sort of hypnotised him. He can't settle down to anything yet, so I asked him | down here to look around and—”" “Suffering Saints!” Aunt Lyddy's voice rose to a sort of wail, then sank again, “Where'd you meet him?” “Well—I was walking on River-. side drive and—"' - “You picked him up! A bum! A park bum!” Aunt Lyddy exclaimed with conviction. “ew probably treated him to that there. swell , suit.” ¥ Ned, his hand on the register waiting a fitting opportunity to close it unheard, noted that she re fused to listen to Claude's profests. “I know you,” Aunt Lyddy an- nounced, “and nothing you do ought te surprise me now, but I declare by Peter and Paul it does at times. ‘Well, don't say no more, ‘nor fix up any plgasant kinda half-lies for me. You don't know nothing about him, and there were some awful bad characters got in the army. We're lucky {f our throats ain't slit. by morning. I'll. lock my room and bolt it, tonight!" : Feeling that he had heard enough, Ned closed the register quietly, sure that the sound would be unnoticed as Aunt Lyddy trod heavily out in- to the hall. - (TO Bl JED.) i Old Masters +. The litle toy dog is covered with lust, But sturdy and staunch he stands; And ee. litlte boy soldier is red with rust, And his musket,’ moglds in his hands. Time was whtn the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. Pls Aan you go till I come,” he said, “And don’t you make any noise!” So toddling of to: his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And, as he was dreaming an angel ‘song Awakened our Little Boy Blue—X’ Oh! the. years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they nd, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through, i In the dust of that little chair. What has become of our Little Boy Blue, Bites he Kissed them and put them ae —Eugene Fieid: “Little Boy Bluc& ~Tiiatagingle “Tv : ‘ ” 5 The Gl sono Hg ied“dhen Shot wever: drive agai KILLED BY HIS OWN AXE Huntley, ‘Eng —Wh - eon the meee tne with of Hlchmand Tine “Seashell down awd-drove it'into his heads” peek nce ete ait tack Two officers of 4 British steame: were 80 ce gassed | oy tie fumes. from # cargo: of Limburger cheese that both were unconscious vane one had to be taken to # hospi- Bre We Stee “ ford ast | dumed hd He VOTE bum astuace Hite St os MiaWe cuat taxed wi tind ete cened seodw otayn! Yani adem tnd tayetn wit nd tent ie “aunt Lyddy likes you or she'd »., aN cwromsaces e-nn-a