The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 8, 1929, Page 10

pens rRaSeti nie Sai ARE PETE ANB LAS ok ate BAR a rR a RS RES ‘THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE By RODNEY DUTCHER NEA Service Writer Washington, Feb. 8—A senator's tull term runs six years, but the Hon. Octaviano A. Larrazolo, senator from New Mexico, may have established a new record by serving a little more than a month in Washington. Larrazolo came here Dec. 12. Just & few days ago his health forced him back to New Mexico and he may not be able to return before his sena- torial: days are over. He was elected for the present short session only, taking the seat vacated by the death of Senator Jones, subsequently filled by the appointment of Senator Cut- ting and again to be filled by Cutting after March 4. He was born in Chihuahua, Mexico, 68 years ago and for many years prior to his election, especially since New Mexico made him her governor in 1918, his ambition had been to sit in the Senate. The State law, which would not permit Cutting’s name to appear twice on the same ballot gave him his chance. Larrazolo is regarded as a silvery- tongued orator at home. He wanted to make just one speech during his term here—a hope now apparently doomed. His interest in the Spanish- American people of New Mexico led him to introduce a bill for an indus- trial school there. It was his only bill and it was to be the subject of his only speech. But Washington climate is hard on & man with bronchial asthma and Larrazolo has gone home with no other distinction here than that of being the only senator in years to break the rules unwittingly by smok- ‘ng a cigaret on the floor. * * * The Congressional Record remains unillustrated, despite a somewhat common belief that comic strips and other art would increase its circula- tion. Congressman Boylan of New York, who is altogether wet, under- took to insert a cartoon in the Record and couldn’t get away with it. The cartoon was drawn by Harold M. Talburt of the Scripps-Howard Newspapers and portrayed, in a set- ting representing the dark ages, the spectacle of a forlorn mother of ten children being sent to prison for life for selling a pint of liquor. Tilson, of Cornecticut, the Repub- lican floor leader, promptly objected. As he explained: “It simply is not done,” Boylan contended that the People preferred looking at pictures to reading, but agreed not to press the matter. The only illustration this writer has ever seen in the Record was a chart inserted last year by Senator Norris of Nebraska for the National Popular Government League. This graph showed the cheaper cost of electricity in Ontario under government owner- ship. * * Old-timers in Washington agree that there is less interest in this ses- sion of Congress than in any they can remember. The Kellogg peace treaty, the $24,000,000 prohibition fund pro- |posal and the cruiser bill haven't altered that fact. Nearly everyone in Congress and out, is principally con- jcerned with inauguration and the new man who will afterward be in the White House. There seems to be | @ feeling—“in the air,” as Al Smith would say—that things are going to be different. No day passes during which someone doesn't ask your cor- respondent: “What kind of a presi- dent is Hoover going to make?” You can hear any prediction you like, and many are engaged in making them— that Hoover will make the best presi- dent in history or that he will turn out to be the worst, Harty Blaine's heart sank. “Then Td better not know, honey,” he said. “I don’t think I'd enjoy it a bit— hating you! ‘You see, I like you too swell!” Crystal covered her fever-scarlet Cheeks with her hands, “I'd rather die than tell you, Harry, but—I've got to! If you hadn't been so—so sweet and kind—” “Just doing my daily*Boy Scout Good deed,” Harry interrupted. “Oh, don’t joke about it!” Crystal moaned beneath her sheltering palms. “Harry—I—I did it myself! Now you know! Hate me! Go away! I pre- tended to be kidnapped! I made the ransom letter myself—" Her sobs choked her. Very gently, Harry Blaine took the girl’s hands from her face, holding them fast in his. His face as he knelt beside the cot, was very near hers, and now his eyes—grave and pitying—looked deep into the hazel eyes that were wide with terror and e. “Poor little kid! Want to tell me ll about it, Crystal?” Fresh tears gushed into the tor- tured hazel eyes. “You don’t hate me? Oh, Harry, if you only knew how terribly I hate myself! I do want to tell you. Then you can tell—the others. Maybe you won't make it sound more horrible than it is—” “We'll see about that later,” Harry said gently. “Don’t spin me a long yarn, . You're too sick. But you'll be better when . it’s off your mind. . . . Want me to guess now and then? ... Well, you'd got your- self in a jam with this Mexican boy, Pablo Mendoza, hadn’t you, and you felt you had to run away. That right?” Hy go8F cold ket on and led the date the day then. z § ey li a il Crystal nodded, her poor face more scarlet than ever with shame. “I suppose everyone knows about— Pablo now. I’ve been miserable in Stanton. I tried so hard to be popu- lar. I wanted to love and be loved. Bob made fun at me. Faith was always sweet and kind and Tony tried hard to make the boys date me up, but—” “I know,” Harry interrupted. “Life's tough on a girl... . You really cared a lot about Pablo Mendoza, didn’t you, honey?” The tears flowed faster, and the boy wiped them gently away. “Yes, I did! I—he wanted to marry me, and I didn’t have the courage. I could not help thinking what people would say—an educated American girl marrying a Mexican farmhand. He was wonderful, Harry—wonderful! I hurt him badly. And he was the only man who had ever wanted to marry me.” “There'll be lots more,” Harry as- sured her. “No, I had my chance at real love and passed it by,” Crystal con- tradicted him with dreary hopeless- ness. “Then I—I was fired. Mr. Pruitt said he didn’t want a secre- tary who was—was trying to play society on thirty-five dollars a week. I—was too ashamed to face Bob, I felt that I didn't have a real friend in the world, but Pablo. I went to see him. He—he had gone back to Mexico, He left a note for me. I—I wanted to die. I tried twice to kill myself, but I was too cowardly. So I ran away—" NEXT: Crystal wins a champion. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) it THOOVER sale at the bar of Coleman's hotel. “Beautiful of figure, rich and varie- gated in color,” this bird could utter with “disinterested cordiality” the names of Polk and Dallas, the vice President. “Sumptuous” inaugural dinners were served for 50 cons and in the evening there were two inau; balls. For the one at Carusls sar loon tickets were sold for.$10. “This was the swell affair,” says a contem- porary writer. For the other, at the National theater, the admission fee was $2. This was attended by a large crowd, but was “rather badly man- Mrs. Poll was dignified and of a religious nature, “frowning upon “cards, dances and other vanities. To the charms of a fine person, however, she united intellectual accomplish- ments of a high order. Sweetness of ores pe pageant ease of man- uty of mind were highly blended in her character.” TRIBUNE'S PAGE OF COMIC STRIPS AND FEATURES FRIDAY, FEBRUARY ,, 192: _=_$_————————___— | THE GUMPS—LUCKY GIRL Ea ee ee LUNCHEON AND BRIDGE FOR MARY GOLD WHO IS TO BECOME ‘t& BRIDE OF NENRY J. AUSSTINN= ITS A PRETTY Good IMITATCON DON'T YOU THINK MOWM’N POP Tuis suspense 1s Y NO, THERE'S NO Why OF GETTING My GOAT, |] DETERMINING ANN THING.WE'VE DOCTORIT CANT DONE EVERYTHING POSSIBLE. 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