The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 17, 1929, Page 10

THE GUMPS—THE SONG OF THE POETS Be iad | we ry Le ae is MS wre official social racket. There are a few—though very few —who don't give a whoop about the social precedence of the vice presi- dent's sister or even their own. ‘There are a few men—though very few—who refuse to doll up in stiff shirts and black evening clothes for anybody. These few keep out of the social racket altogether. ‘The conspicuous social rebels who pass up the official and semiofficial functions altogether are in congress. ‘There are several. Senator George W. Norris of Ne- braska is the outstanding example. He is the simplest, most unpreten- tious man in the Senate. He is the one who wrote that delightfully sar- castic letter to Secretary of State Stimson the other day urging that the question of Mrs. \Gann's prece- dence be submitted to the world court. “T've got a dress suit!” Norris tol your correspondent one day. “At least, I think I have. It’s a long time since I've seen it. Maybe it's been thrown a ie Anywey, Norris has no use for such @ thing. For years he has refused to go to any function where he has to dress up. His social life consists of visits or dinners with friends at which no consideration is given to official or social position. “If I had been a society man I couldn't have done my work and, fur- would have been dead jong ago,” Norris says. “You can't eat that food and drink those cocktails and stay up late every night at those social functions and still do your best work and keep your health. “I'm not finding fault with those who do go in for society, but I decided at the outset that I didn’t want to do it.” Norris studies and reads nearly every evening and goes to bed by 10 e’clock or 10:30, Despite his strong sense of humor, partinent’s rating of Mrs. Gann. “IT wouldn't care if it were a mere matter of society determining where people should sit at a dinner table,” he say “What enrages me is that the government of this country, which is supposed to be a democracy. actually assumes that prerogative. “ft wish we hai 2 president who would say: ‘All these social rules are in the discard insofar as I'm con- cerned. If I want to put a stenog- rapher at my right hand at dinner and an ambassador's wife at my left that’s my own darned business.’ “T think the president should : “This 1s a democratic government and we don't believe in caste. Our am- bassadors and ministers abroad will be directed to live within their sal- aries and I'm going to stop handing out diplomatic posts to millionaires, who are now the only ones who can afford them.’ “We claim to have a democratic government and we cater, bow and scrape to everyone who comes over here with a title, The participation of our governmen: in ‘that sort of thing is one of the most damnable conditions I ever heard of. “Washington society has morally ruined many a good and honest man. “The highest officials eagerly ac- cept invitations from a millionaire who lied on the witness stand in & case involving official corruption and whose record is highly disreputable.” Another conspicuous social rebel is Congressman George Huddleston of Alabama, who feels just like Norris does. Explaining his refusal to at- tend the boresome and qlass-distin- guishing White House receptions, Huddleston once demanded: “Why should I go to a party where the guests enter by different doors, hang their cloaks in different rooms and park their cars on different driveways? When I go to a party I want to come in the same way as vhich was given free rein in his let- | everybody else!” NONI TLL 6NE YOU A LITTLE RIDING =S IS TMS MOST EXUILARATING SPORT TRE HANIAIIANS UNE! NY, TUE TEMPERATURE OF TIE LESGON IN SURF BOARD WATER 1S SO AMODEQATE, THAT You = CAN REMAIN IN The SURF FoR. POURS WITHOUT CHILLING OR “ TIRING—WATCH ME Now! y ~ ; : = : Ey crs ( , > BY RODNEY DUTCHER pee hii + ‘ ieee hap) ~ g (NEA Service Writer) 2 Reba 2 4 r <P saat i Washington, April 17.—Not every- ‘ Ws VeLns ~ His g : re in 2. one in Washington kotows to the | luresque language in his condemna- 4 3 e~., ~ aS HT ba Z tion which Vice President Curtis used ate. 5, trp of the : : s in privately discussing the state de- oP Gils Sell zt te rhea t pate : i t P NAES Ds eae. (| | : ces, all ec Ng NAIL ron TAPERS ce “TARTS SWELL, UNCLE GRADUALLY \S PROTECTED BaRRy!! Ler GREAT STRETCHES OF CORAL REEFS ag + FROM DEEP VIATER, UNDERTOWS - AND SHARKS! 1/7 ut Site ONE TUNG! T KNOW THE COPPER ABOUT “HE MEKICAN REVOLUTION € BRAGG | wurmne wwe copper wuswess AND | (S. ABSOUNTLY RIGHT, MR GUNN: RICKST FROM Aw sz. . MILLIONS CAN BE MADE CLARK .OF MONTANA And so Crystal did nothing, except to pray frantically, incoherent! And the burden of her prayer wa: “Dear God, if Tony must choose be- tween two evils, make her take the lesser one—” Lying in bed in the dark, exhausted but feverishly wakeful, Crystal thought back over the three years she had known Tony Tarver, hug- ging first this picture of her, now that bright vision to her breast, as if Tony had died that night and could only live again in the memory of those who loved her. Tony at Bradley. Slim, strong, gay. generous, so popular that she could hardly snatch a moment to study. Fifty girls with Tony Tarver crush- es, imitating her haircuts, her slang, her clothes, her voice. An adula- tion which Tony had actually not been conscious of. Tony spilling out friendship, lending moncy, throwing open the doors of her wardrobe to any girl who wanted to borrow her clothes. Tony finding time semehow to lavish love and confidences upon “that Hathaway girl’ whom no one else took the trouble to be kind to— except those who wanted help on} themes and geometry originals. (Crystal did not know she was cry- ing until hot tears dripped into her ears, splashed on her pillow. Crystal became awarc at last that the house was very quiet. She Iis- tened, wondering when the radio had been turned off and the members of the family and of the house party had come up to bed. She had been so sunk in misery that she had heard But now she listened in- tently, and from below she heard the faint rumble of Nils Jonson's deep voice, and the answering high-pitch- ed music of Cherry's. They must be up for the night, locking out. Suddenly the brooding silence of the night -vas broken by another sound—the low hum of a motor, the crunching of snow under tires. Crystal bit down on the knuckles of her hand to keep from crying out her hope and her suspense. Her strain- ing ears told her that the car had passed on under her windows, was heading towards the garage at the rear. She sprang out of bed, ran to the nearest window, pushed it wider, and leaned out, not eyen feeling the bitter, icy rush of the late November air against her bare throat. Yes, it was Dick Talbot's car! She could see it quite plainly in the moonlight, as it bumped its nose against the’ closed door of the three-car garage. But there was only one person in it, Just as a tall, slim figure in a gray squir- rel coat stepped upon the running board and chen off into the snow, Crystal saw Nils Jonson emerge from the shadows at the rear of the house pod go running down the driveway to elp. Her whole body jerking in an ague of relief, Crystal crept back into bed. Tony had come back! There was Tony's hand on the doorknob, Tony's dear voice whis- pering: “Asleep, Crys? It’s me—Tony!” For a moment, for Tony's sake, Crystal tried to pretend: “Oh! you're late, aren't you? I was just dropping off—" But* Tony could not be deceived. With a rush she was across the room in the dark, was on her knees, grop- ing for Crystal's face: “Oh, Crys, darling! You've beer crying—you are crying! Hate me hard, Crys—as hard as I hate myself!” NEXT: A difficult confession. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) IN NEW YORK | ° New York, April 17.—Approaching summer is heralded by an endless va- riety of symptoms in Manhattan. But I know of none so typical as the appearance of waving and flut- miles of family washing in open areaways of Bronx apart- It is one of the first sights to the stranger when he wakens mission that winter is gone with its coal-laden air. * e 8 But there are others—the . stout balloon woman of Central Park and the street merchants with their gay paper pinwheels. ... The millions of men who take out baby carriages on Sunday morning. ... the sudden activity around tennis courts. ... Central Park shepherd, looking over the condition of the grass before tak- ing out his sheep... .. The crowds heading for the Bronx Zoo to see eer Oe. WERE HAS QUST CLEANED UD IN THED\ THING STUFF. HE OUGHT “To LET A FEW OF WIS FRIENDS IN ON AGOOD WNG f LAWYER HIAINK, ~ | AND, SPEAKING OF COPPER. BRAGG \SoRT OF WIT IF SOU KNOW THE | | GUGGENNEIM, DANGLE “cir * BAIT IN FRONT OF POP AND - RIGHT MINE To GET INTC Ye OON'T Sev! WELL, HOW O10Ja HAPPEN JACKSONVILLE? pet Neuer JOUNSON To come Back To = ROUND TRI . ~ ms, Metin HAM vine = Si ee the new crop of baby animals. sleeper, stretch: and 100K | Youngsters pitching pennies at side- ‘the lest to haunt | VME, haCk#. ... The flower wagons