The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 24, 1929, Page 10

By RODNEY DUTCHER ‘Washington, April 24.—When Vice President Curtis moved out of his quarters in the senate office building and installed himself in the vice presidential quarters in the capitol, his old suite was promptly occupied by Senator George W. Norris of Ne- braska. It happens that the late Boise Pen- rose of Pennsylvania had preceded Curtis in the occupancy of these rooms. Now Penrose and Curtis were about as conservative a pair as any ever found in Washington. And Norris, who is now installed in the ‘Offices they used, is the senate’s lead- FJ Progressive. He also is a bone In this same office there is a little Push button with considerable history. According to capitol employes, it once connected with what was known as the “gold room” in the basement. ‘Whenever the colored man on guard fm the “gold room” heard the buzzer he knew Senator Penrose wanted to serve some liquor, and accordingly lugged up the bottle. Presumably there was a code, the number of rings determining just what sort of stuff Penrose wanted. Those, of course, were pre-prohibition days, and Pen- Tose was no dry. ‘Today the button is frequently pushed by visitors—but nothing ever = * * ‘The Curtis offices are a positive sensation—not to say a riot. No- where in Washington, not even at the ‘white house, has your correspondent seen anything as magnificent. As blican floor leader in the senate, in a position to get what- ited in the senate office h was plenty. He has The next day, the last Sunday be- ‘Thanksgiving, ushered in the 5 of the season. Snow fore, had begun to @ brittle crust. ; . One of the old fhich Nils Jonson as; the farm had fallen beautiful, commodious down to sleigh-bell the horse. On Nils’ mo- dairy farm, however, the only wailable was a fat and placid enough to expect a decent "t hurt her to work for her board orm day,” Cherry decided. vor taken over three immense rooms 0oc- cupying the erid of one wing, which, have been described as “combining the gorgeousness of a Sultan's palace with the color scheme of an Indian wickyup.” The mahogany furniture shines with newness. There’s a huge Amer- fean flag, one of those that flew over the capitol on inauguration day. The walls of the Curtis sanctum, largest of the three chambers, are covered with two or three dozen photographs, oil paintings and news- paper cartoons of Curtis himself. Various Indian relics are scattered here and there. Curtis sits at a huge flat desk in'a great and intricately carved chair elaborately inscribed in gilt letters with the Curtis name and title and the names of the donors. The vice president's office also con- tains three or four darned pretty girls, It is rapidly becoming one of the show places of the capital. s* * The death of Prince Robinson, 70- year-old barber at the capitol, recalls the story of the time his razor gashed the late Vice President Thomas R. Marshall. It seems that Marshall and a sen- ator in an adjoining chair were hav- ing some fun with the old colored of a sleigh-ride to | man. son Marshall had made up a thrilling yarn about an alleged attempt by Henry Cabot Lodge and Boles Pen- rose to tunnel under the treasury and swipe a few million dollars. He had just reached the point where the stout Penrose was su to have been stuck in the narrow tunnel, with Lodge unable to budge him, when Robinson, nervous and excited, let the razor slip and the vice president be- gan to bleed. Marshall never finished the story. ing ribbons of laughter and blithe good-byes, Rhoda and Tony stood silent for a long minute, their arms about each other's shoulders, their eyes fixed upon the Christmas-card landscape but not seeing it, filled with visions of their own future. At last Tony flung back her “head and took a lung-filling breath of the cold wind that whipped their coats about their knees. Then: “I was 80 serious about wanting to help you cook the dinner, Rhoda. It’s time I was learning—” i “I hope you'll be as happy as I'm going to be—with Ben, Tony,” Rhoda said shyly, as they turned back into the house. “You've guessed then?” asked. “Yes, I am going to marry Dick, but no one knows but you and "| to know, Rhoda... . “Tl stay at home with Hope. You know Lena has Sunday off,” Rhoda reminded her sister-in-law, but she not look at all unhappy over the "I could go,” Tony said, re- “but I have to stick around After the jingling sleigh, drawn by a surprised and slightly indignant old mare, had swept down the drive, trail- [IN NEW YORK ‘ FE Gaphe o—.6! 2 the good wishes. Not much chance— oh, that’s nonsense, isn’t it? It's up to me, of course... . Now, what's the dinner program? I want to watch you cook every dish on the menu.” “Cream of spinach soup,” Rhoda began, obediently, but with a demure twinkle in her eyes, “Roast duck with chestnut stuffing and apple sauce, NEXT: The Talbots’ mission. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) achieved almost as much newspaper Guinan’ | & é i sy al & k i Es ge He 5 E g H H ty g i EREGE i i prargasinipe? 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