The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 30, 1929, Page 10

, portunity Manhattan offers for look- | isie which ©. Henry 80 8) WASHINGTON bers of that body were rather resent- ful of the fact that Justice Harlan may not be! Fiske Stone was throwing the ball al- industry and] together too hard. Justice Stone, are engaged |the complaint was, ought to use @ Propaganda war for the | little more discretion. privilege of clothing the national} One hears, however, that the feel- neck. ing about Justice Stone's powerful Once upon a time nearly all males | heaves was not shared by one of the wore starched collars, other heavers. It appears that the only complaining sufferer was a dis- tinguished newspaperman of great prestige but very slender build. When Justice Stone, in his unrestrained and exuberant enthusiasm, hurled the big sphere at this “cabinet” member it sale. was almost a case of an irresistible People who make starched col- | force meeting an all too movable ob- lars finally began to fight back with | ject. i national propaganda to the} Craftily and probably with malice the snappy, well-groomed | aforethought, this newspaperman ‘wore starched collars and| tipped off correspondents covering Collars were still abhorred | the white house that all was not well circles. Apparently the| with the “cabinet” because Justice other collar interests are now launch- | Stone didn't appear to know his own ing counter propaganda to offset all| strength. It is now understood that that. the judicial conscience has been The war has lately been centering | more or less stricken and that the of President Herbert | justice tempers his steam in accord- president has always} ance with the direction of his heave. high stiff collars and the xe % publicists were quick to] If everyone were as courteous and upon that fact and exploit it.| discreet as Mr. Edward Everett Gann, however, the soft collar|the husband of Mrs. Dolly Curtis . Thus one reads}Gann, the vice president's hostess, set a splendid ex- | things would be more comfortable for who are slaves to| Mr. Gana. customs; that he “wears| Unfortunately, all Washington so- shirt and a soft turned down | cial functions of any size these days preference to the boiler-| include a large number of persons dictated by hoary| who insist on talking among them- selves, frecly and frankly, about Mrs. around the white house | Gann and the social war of which she fact that the president | was recently the heroine. shirt with soft collar at- Unfortunately, also, a great many while tossing the old medi-| persons in Washington do not know each morning, but at all| Mr. Gann or what he looks like. So times he sticks to starch. The} Mr. Gann is often likely to hear collar industry is willing to} plenty and some of the things that that soft collars will some-| are said are calculated to make him do for sports. sore, despite his sense of humor. * *¢ * Two or three stories are already Speaking of the daily session of| kicking: around Washington of al- the Hoover “medicine ball cabinet”| leged occasions when other guests Tecalls the recent widely published | spoke up without supposing Mr. Gann story to the effect that other mem- | was anywhere near. At five o'clock Tony Tarver, just | ioned damsel insisting on one of returned from Stanton, driving her | those long-term engagements,’ tony torted, shrugging.“ own roadster, appeared in the door}, do it tomorrow, but I told him of the Jonson living room and sig-| frankly—Lord, how he hates me!— nalled to Crystal. who was dividing | that, after last night, it would take her attention between Harry Blaine | at jeast two weeks for me to get and George Pruitt. around to wanting Dick to kiss me They ascended the stairs arm in| again, let alone to wanting to marry arm, but nothing was said until the | him. He tried to ‘Ha, ha, my dear’ door of the guest room closed upon | me, but it didn’t work. Oh, Crys, he’s them. There was no need for Crys-| so horribly jovial and paternal, and tal to question her chum. Tony be-| his eyes are so cold and calculating! gan_ abruptly: ... Well, I made Dick go back to ‘Sorry after dinner) Stanton with his father, and leave without a word, but I was in too vile} me his car to drive in myself this &@ mood for talk, darling. Dick and his; afternoon. He tried to ask questions, father drove out here this morning | but I shut him up pronto. Wasn't Sinead Paty and the others were at/ going to tell him that I was headed for Sandy, to break the news and “His father?” Crystal echoed in-|it over with. Let him think it eel credulously. “Why—? just Pat that I wanted to see. Left Tony tore off her royal blue felt | his car in our driveway, for him to helmet and slithered it across the| get later, and drove over to Myrtle Hoge See oe been ask- | Street in my own.” myself: a e retorted, her “Judging from your telegraphic forehead furrowed with angry be-/| style, you've seen Sandy hes all wilderment. “There doesn’t seem to | right,” Crystal smiled faintly. be any answer. He came, if you please,/ “Wrong for once, darling! Sandy to ‘add his entreaties’ to Dick's that | wasn’t there; left early this morning 1 marry the son and heir immedi-| for New York, in his plane, of course. ately.’ x He's been invited to join an impor- “What did you say?” tant conference between railroad men “Plenty!” Tony grinned, then de-| and airmen on airports for the pro- tailed the substance of her amazing | posed air-and-mall route between conversation with the banker and his} New York and Los Angeles. Looks son. “The up-hot was,” she concluded, | as if he'll be one of their crack pilots. “I agreed to marry Dick two weeks | Anyway, I missed him, so I skittered from (December 8, that is.” | back to the house, picked up Pat, took “Two. weeks! ‘That's so terribly | him for an hour's flight in the ‘T.N. oon, Tony,” Crystal protested, sick | T.’, then broke the news to him. “oon! If you'd: heard Papa Tal-| NEXT: Concerning Sandy Rees. bot, you'd think I was an old-fash-! (Copyright, 1929, 4 Service, Inc.) not uncommon tale of how things happen on this topsy-turvy magic C ptly named ing upon kaleidoscopic changes in hu- | “Bagdad-on-the-subway,” I heard of man fortunes, as well as in skylines. | how this fugitive from Russian pov- H HL z is age THE BISMARCK’TRIBUNE NO) TM GOING TO GEOERAPLY = SEE OENGLOPMENT:! aS ae S| }1F You caw TELL PLACE IN ANSWER To THE LETTER LE wRere TO UNCLE. BARRY... 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GANE GEORGE BRAGG A CHECK IT MUST: WE WERE Tus CLOSE To AMERICA! BUT WHAT WAS LAWVER HAWK DONG THERE? = AN ANGLE! NO— THAT CANT BE It: = STILL IT'S DERFECTIV. OBVIOUS-—_. ‘THAT BUSVBODY MRS. SNOOP CAME Nene FoR - A REASON— COULD THERE BE A WOMAN IN THIS?! THAT WOULD ACCOUNT FOR A LAWVER, WELL TLL FIND OUT! JUST WAIT TILL POP GUNN PUTS HIS FOOT IN THIS