The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 23, 1929, Page 10

_ TUESDAY, APRIL 23, 1929 THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE OW VERRY- GET A DocToR — MARY HAS FAINTED= 1 CAN DO Sy Naeheag Yy » hid THE PHONE 1S OUT OF ORDER so RUN™ BRING HIM AT ONCE- ANY DOCTOR - By RODNEY DUTCHER people conferring the privilege. But (NEA Service Writer) lit's all part of the game for the boys Washington, April 23.—Mrs. Helen | on the Hill. Tufts Bailie, the Boston lady who has | It’s the simplest thing in the world . been making the officials of the| for them Yo give form letters to visit- Daughters of the American Revolution | ing constituents to take down to the so miserable—some say ridiculous—is | presidential offices and it always as picturesque as she is courageous. | makes a big hit with the constituents, ‘The most impressive thing about |so many of whom go home to boast her appearance is the simplicity of | for years afterward that the presi- her dress. She is the wife of a well- | dential paw reposed in their own. to-do manufacturer of wicker furni-| Of course when congress leaves ture, a descendant of James Otis, a person entitled to social recognition and a woman of intelligence and great personal charm. In other words, she can afford to dress as she likes—and she does. She came to Washington with her | appeal against the D. A. R.'s expul- sion because of her blacklist protest, wearing a black straw hat with black satin crown, beige cotton stockings and plain black, low-heeled oxford | after the session mans offices aren't open and there aren't quite so many | letters, but the tourists increase in ‘number and the president isn’t re- lieved of much until he himself leaves town. Your correspondent, in a sen- ator’s office the other day, observed how the system works when a ‘man and woman came in from the sena- tor’s state. in?” they asked. said the secretary. he’s out, shoes, Over a plain, nondescript blue | “Sorry. Anything I can do?” dress she wore a long, gray ral sweater and a rose scarf whic’ twined around her neck and fell be low her waist on each side. gloves were brown kid and her coat an ordinary brown tweed with shawl collar. With unruly gray hair, tortoise- shell glasses and a healthy natural complexion, Mrs. Bailie looks almost as radical as the D. A. R. has sought to make her look. But her voice is soft and her words very much to the point. She is well equipped with modesty, poise and facts. And be- hind her she has a great number of distinguished friends, most of them named on the D~A. R. “blacklists” or attracted to her by the fight she made last year. **e * President Hoover will have a heck of a time cutting down the long lines of visitors who want to shake his Her | “No, guess not. We're from nd just wanted to pay our respects.” “Like to see the white house and meet the president?” asked the secre- tary “Sure!” was the instant reply, and off the couple went down to vith th letter, quite happy and obviously satisfied with their senator. ex *e * One of the most conspicuous of President Hoover's government re- form measures has been achieved with very little publicity. For years Charles H. Burke, the commissioner of Indian affairs, and E. B. Merritt, assistant commissioner, have been under steady fire from organizations and individuals devoted to the wel- fare of the Indians, Hoover promptly accepted Burke's resignation and Merritt has been moved to another job in the Indian Bureau. Many offi- cial and unofficial persons in Wash- hand on the two weekly occasions | ington who have been trying to see when he consents to do that. has gone out from the white house that he wishes the members of con- gress wouldn't give so many letters to | Word | that the government's Indian wards were given a square deal are jubilant, including a number of senators and members of congress. In her surprise at Crystal's question, ‘Tony sat up in bed and stared down at her chum. “Of course I'll have to'marry Dick now, Crys! Didn't you understand that all slong? It was always a case of ‘either—or.’ I funked the ‘either,’ and of course it will have to be ‘or... You know I can't go back on my word, Crys.” “But, oh, Tony, you don’t want to marry him!” Crystal moaned. “I can’t bear to see you trapped like this, on a silly, quixotic point of honor. No one but a cad would be- heve as Dick Talbot has done! He knew he could make you believe you owed yourself to him, as a debt of honor.. He knew he was safe, agree- ing to that awful one-night business. He knew you couldn't go through with it, that you'd end up by marrying him instead—” “Isn't that just the point, Crystal?” Tony asked, with curious gentleness and patience, as if she were talking to achild. “He did know. He knew, because—well, I don't mean to sound high’ and mighty, honey—because he knew me, and I—can't change, just to get out of a nasty mess. I got myself into it. I can’t really blame Dick be- cause I have an ardent nature. If I were blaming anybody, I'd blame poor man, so I'll have to pay uj tal was silent for a while under Tony's gentle, indirect rebuke. felt herself helpless before Tony's stern code of honor, but she could not convince herself that Tony was right. She tried craftiness. “Do you think it will be fair to Dick to marry him, feeling as you do about marriage and about Dick personally?” Abruptly, Tony lay down again and locked her hands behind her head. Her voice was sombre and tired: “Not unfair, if he wants it. I've been honest with him, He knows I don't believe in marriage—for Tony Tarver. He knows I only love him in. one way —and that I'm not sure I even feel that way toward him any longer. But I think Dick also knows, Crys, that I'll play fair, that I'll make as good a marriage out of it as possible. Dick isn’t so bad, really, I know he’s weak and selfish and vain as a girl of his masculine beauty. I know he isn't blessed with a gigantic intellect, but neither am I. I know he'll never do any serious work, at least as long as the Talbot fortune lasts. But, on the other hand, Dick is amusing, he isn't vicious, he is a joy to look at, he does —or did, thrill me, and probably will | Freckles and His Friends — Hew Le fo Lee A e oe Nee Om Pow ore WATE To LEANE © uf TAE PLace:! LUoN?ou sad__\/ “TWELVE ETWING.(F HS TURES OF US WOULD BUY “OSE CLNMS WE'D CLEAN. UP A MILLION. THERE'S: THOUGANDS OF “TONS OF ORE RUNS 25% COPPER, AND ‘S120 AON .SAY YOURE SALESMAN SAM No Back Talk! EY KEEP ME PLUGGING ALL DAY LONG,”) (PARDON ME, OPERATOR, \ WHAT @ LUCKY AN! ( WanT To TALK To 3 ; \ GOTTA BEAR IT AND GRIN- AY, BOSS, HOW TH’ HECK 00 YA BUT MY SWEETIE LIVES Pat. I'm Pat's daughter down to the last thrill-greedy nerve in my body. .. But that’s neither here nor there, Crys. I'm me, and I can't pass the buck. I have let Dick make love to thrill me again, when I've had time IN CHICAGO AN’ CWE to forget this horrible night—” L GAVE FOLKS NUMBERS, RIGHT OR WRONG; IN JacKSONVICCE — (AIGOSH, HOW! “TH NICKELS ROLL IN - ” dé ‘YoU PLEASE GET BOOM— B00M, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SI¥ AN SEVEN-EIGHTS — AND. REVERSE THE. CHARGE: sust @. “THROW “THAT SWITCHBOARD INTO MiInuTEe — , - Reverse? re 4 NEXT: A visit from the Talbots; father and son. me more than any girl has a right ! f IN NEW YORK oO New York, April 23.—The Harlem breakfast dances are the newest magnets for those tireless thrill-seek- ers who turn time upside down and make hey-hey while the moon shines. Long after the last saxophone has done its duty by jazz and just as the city’s rim is tinting with dawn the breakfast dance gets going in scores of little cellar places of the black belt. It_is. the last gesture by which the restless roisterers can turn nighttime into daytime. Here they actually succeed. For when the “hot and sweet” music has ceased; when the pone bread, ham and eggs and coffee have been downed, the sun is slip- and the milkman is winding 5 and 8 : a cer- tain Manhattan taste for an end- ype eels td -And ‘what surprises you is the vi- |f g apd pep.of the revellers at (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) @| this hour of the morning. To be sure, there is a great deal of artificial stimulation from the hip flasks, and some of the browsers come dizzily in, but scores manage somehow to look fresh—though heaven knows how they do it. s* & A regular industry has grown up around that section of the popula- tion which hates to go to bed. One store in the Broadway region has worked up an active trade when all good little stores have tucked up for the night. It deals largely in| collars, sitirts, shoes and such things as the rounders might want in a hurry, Practically all the large Broadway movie theaters now have perform- atese wai berin at midnight. number of beauty parlors into activity just before the night club hours. They draw their patrons 1 , {largely from the show business. Chorines about to step out with a bi butter-and-egger have a final tuck =