The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, March 5, 1929, Page 10

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE : LET KS = By RODNEY DUTCHER (NEA Service Writer) Washington, March 5.—Things con- tinue to be brought about rather than merely allowed to happen. Especially important things. Vis WASHINGTON TER, som {saying in a public speech that Hoover had danced with a negro woman. To which the Hon. Bilbo naively replied that he had merely mentioned it as a rumor—in a public address! “Michigander: the Methodist It is reasonably certain, for in-/Board of Temperance, Prohibition stance, that the United States and/and Public Morals in a the allies had pretty well agreed on the results of the present reparations conference before it began. It is also Ht impossible to imagine that British Ambassador Esme Howard's recent statement about a new naval arma- Ru ment conference was made without previous careful consultation with | his government. And again, it may be said with the most complete as surance that the Geneva naval con- | ference would not have flopped if, 1 Britain }ad lived up to what our tor State Department considered its pri- | i vate pre-agreement. Similarly, it requires few wild we horses to bring one to the belief that | an Mr. Hoover offered Mr. Borah tha} 10 attorney generalship without know- | m ing that Mr. Borah wouldn't take it. Such genuinely good ideas as that offer don't wait to occur at the last moment. Nor do such close-mouthed Persons as Mr. Hoover and his retinue permit such offers and such refusals to be revealed unless they desire. It may be that Mr. Hoover merely meant effectively to stymie any plan Borah might have to spend his time in the next four years attacking the administration for non-enforcement of prohibition. Borah,. having refused the job himself, is now hardly enti- tled to crab. Or, it may be that Mr. Hoover Sought to impress the drys with his | earnest determination to select an extraordinary able and altogether sincere dry who would make a most vigorous effort to enforce. At any rate, Mr. Hoover probably has done both. Politics is not exactly unlike that and poor Mr. Borah had to choose between a lifetime job as a Powerful senator and a frightfully tough job as Mr. Hoover's little helper for an uncertain tenure. The effect of the incident was rather tough on{ Mr. Borah. SOmz renyeas Slee or et | eee True story: Passenger in House office building elevator: “Can you please tell me where's Congressman Clyde Kelly's ‘ office?” & Young elevator boy, without turn- 1 ing his head: “Naw. There's a di- rectory out at the main entrance.” Girl secretary, after passenger has é left to go back and look: “Don't you know who that is? That's Lind- Dergh!” Elevator boy, as he stops car at next floor and dashes down the Stairs: “Holy Cats!" . Bygones often become bygones at, inauguration time. Governor Bilbo of Mississippi announced that he would attend the Hoover inaugura- tion with his staff of 80 colonels and march in the parade. It was the Hon. Bilbo who was publicly accused j for life for selling liquor, the sal publicity Sheet, “don't be geese!" The board is urging Michigan not to repeal the law which has sent a mother of 10 children and other persons to prison being fourth offens “When some sap arises in your leg- islature to propose that you your habitual criminal law,” board, “passed to protect your wives and children and homes, don't let him make fools of you... . Do not be moved by skilfully constructed ‘sob stories.’ .... Michiganders, keep your law and see to it that it is used until the criminals of Michigan realize that the will of the Michigan people is not a thing to be ridiculed, despised or condemned.” It is sometimes hard to decide just, what the Association Against the Prohibition Amendment is driving at. The public meetings department of the New Jersey Anti-Saloon league in a poli etter asked President Henry H. Curran of the association if he would suggest someone who would be willing to take the wet side in a de- bate with the pastor of the Methodist Episcopal Church at Arlington, N. J., on the occasion of the league’ lar presentation of its own caus | 4ppeal for subscriptions. The pastor, it said, wanted to “have his people hear the other side of the question.” Curran was thanked in advance for consideration. The letter was fair and courteous and presented a beautiful opportunity for the wets to make an honest appeal in the one place where it would do the most good if it were convincing— a church. Curran muffed it just as the Venus de Milo would catch a forward pass. His answer, execrable in judgment if not in taste, was a flat “No.” He wouldn't join in “dragging a political dispute into a house of Christian worship. There was a time when a church was a sanctuary. You would degrade it into a political soap box. ae If the pastor in this church in New Jersey wants to debate pro- hibition under your management, let him hire a hall. ‘Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's; and unto God the things that are God's.’ cee You say you will be ‘passing’ your ‘subscription cards at the mect- ing.’ Did you ever hear about Christ driving the money changers from the temple? Yours very truly, Henry H. Curran.” Just what the apparently liberal- minded pastor now thinks of Curran and the association would be inter- esting to know. Very likely when the cards are passed he will tell his flock to “give till it hurts.” And intelli- ent wets anxious for a r2asonable solution of the prohibition problem by Hoover's people last October of | probably are maddest of all. ai as > ‘eorraiawt, fo Harry Blaine shot a swift glance at Nils Jonson as Cherry, with un- necessary violc:ce, closed the door of the sun parlor upon herself and Alan Beardsley. The blonde young giant who had been Cherry's husband fora year was lounging at case against the mantel of the fireplace. The young reporter noted with amazement that Nils was smiling faintly—a smile of genuine amusement, with no hint of the sinister. “The little fool!” Harry Blaine again mentally apostrophized Cherry Jonson. “Taking a chance on losing a husband like that, just to soothe her colossal vanity! If she were my wife—" “What are you growling and grit- ting your teeth about, darling?” Selma Pruitt inquired lazily, as she dropped to the couch beside the scowling reporter. “Snap out of it like a sweet pet. I've been develop- ing a ghastly inferiority complex this evening,” Selma continued mourn- fully. “The entire male half of this party has had eyes for nobody but our in- invalid. I’ve definitely made up my mind to get myself kidnapped somehow. I understand your paper, ‘The Press, is quite vain over the ef- Tcctiveness of its classified ads. Don’t think if I ran an ad something this—‘Rich but popular young kidnapper. Prefers handsome young vil- antic tendencies—’” , but I’m not, in the classified d department,” Harry Blaine inter- “Oh, I know ae coe emit Jaughed malic! tf i'm ing my confidence so I can ar- ‘| worth to be found anywhere upon this globe. I've come to the conclusion that the trouble with me is that I never mur- dered anybody—” she flashed a mock- ing smile at the closed door into the sun parlor—"have never been kid- napped, and can't even fly a plane.” “The trouble with you Harry Blaine told her with cold fury, “that you weren't spanked enough when you were a child. By the way, it might be a good idea to remember that Cherry didn’t murder anybody—" “And that Crystal wasn't really kid- napped?” Selma Pruitt cut in, voice deceptively sweet and submissive. “Oh, here's Faith! Cherry and I promised to serve the refreshments for her, So long, Harry! . . , Ready for me, Faith?” Faith hesitated at the couch, frowning. “Where is Cherry, Selma?” “Still in the sun parlor with Mr. Beardsley,” Selma answered. “Shall I go after her?” The blonde young giant moved from the fireplace with astonishing rapidity, but he was still smiling faintly, amusedly, when he joined the group at the couch and with a ges- ture halted Selma Pruitt’s first steps toward the sun parlor. “Looking for Cherry, Faith? I'll get her for you.” Faith involuntarily took two or three steps in the wake of her broth- er-in-law, as if to stop him. But his long strides quickly left her behind. George Pruitt, sensing her anxiety and its cause, joined her unobtrus- ively, spoke to her in a low voice. Selma leaned close to Harry Blaine to whisper: “Cherry really ought to have picked a lover more nearly, Nils’ size, so that the fight could be fairly interesting. 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