The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, May 15, 1929, Page 12

! 4 H i ‘ : amon + lon today means being TRIBUNE’S PAGE OF COMIC STRIPS AND FEATURES Lstiiansianitiininiiiiiasg By RODNEY DUTCHER (NEA Service Writer) Washington—Uncle Andy Meilon| probably will be allowed to resign as secretary of the treasury in his own good time, without being pushed out as some impetuous senators would have him. Nevertheless, there is good reason to fear that Uncle Andy's happiest days are over. ‘Iwo reasons, in fact and as follows: First, and probably worst from the viewpoint of the so-called greatest secretary of the treasury since Alex- ander Hamilton, being Mr. Mellon isn't by any means what he used to be. Being Mr. Mellon used to be ful man Mel- rich from Mr. being almost the most_po' in the United States. Bei man who takes his order Hoover. Embarrassing Facts Second, although his enemies prob- ably will not find out enough about Uncle Andy to force a majority of senators to vote that he hasn't any business to hold his beloved post any longer, they have nevertheless found out enough to make a distinguished gentleman of Uncle Andy’s sensitive | temperament feel somewhat embar- | rassed. One notes all this with a slight Pang of sorrow, for Uncle Andy's per- sonalit: in many ways so appeal- ing and gives off such an atmosphere of ethereality that. some of those who | admire neither his abilities por his Policies are often inclined to regard ; him unconsciously as a kind and | adored uncle in fact In all of Washington there is no one who, under fire, can carry such a perfect air of injured innocence as this mild and aged man. And the impressive thing about that air of in- jured innocence is that it is almost certainly quite sincere. One calls him aged, of course, because he is well over 70. But no one knows just how old he really 1s because the auth- orities differ. In any event, the distinguished ap- pearance and perfect poise of Uncle Andy, whatever his age may be, is worth going many miles to see. All of which is somewhat aside from the fact that Uncle Andy prob- ably would be happier if he had gone out of office on March 4, although he would not have been especially happy if he had. It would merely have saved him certain painful ex- Periences which onc hates to see in- Nlicted upon him. Between Calvin Coolidge and Uncle Andy there existed a strong feeling of mutual admiration. Each has been quoted as describing the other as having attained perfection in his own line. Now Uncle Andy's attitude to- {| | there was nothing of that in Mr. ‘long policy of secrecy abo&t income | against with assurance that ne may say Coolidge’s attitude toward Uncle Andy. In those days the Mellon pol- icies “went.” But Hoover Is Different Then came Mr. Hoover, who always had very little if any admiration for Uncle Andy—and most certainly never stood in awe of him. As @ matter of policy, Mr. Hoover con- curred with Uncle Andy's ambition to serve under three presidents, the un- derstanding being that Uncle Andy would resign in a year or so. Even so, Uncle Andy had long since reached the zenith of his popularity with bankers and business men of the country through postwar tax reduc- tions and debt reductions which no one could have prevented. Perhaps the worst blow Uncle Andy ever received came when Mr. Hoover publicly announced that his tax refunds was no longer the treas- ury policy. Publicity for such re- funds had always been the thing Uncle Andy was strongest against. Hoover's ukase simply served notice on the world that the “greatest secre- tary of the treasury since Alexander Hamilton” was now merely taking orders. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Uncle Andy suddenly found three such im- portant senators as Tom Walsh, George Norris and James Couzens united against him to relieve him of his job. Couzens, of course, had been trying to oust Mellon ‘all along, but was never able to do much by him- self except to bring out certain facts his administration of the treasury which sounded rather funny. But it’s no joke to have a trio such as Norris, Walsh and Couzens after your job. All three are able men and hard fighters. All three, also, have unusually high reputations for per- sonal honesty. Two of them are Re- publicans and the third does not stoop to cheap partisan politics. Of course Uncle Andy will probably stay on, as hereinbefore suggested, but the long and secret wrangling in the sen- ate judiciary committee and debate on the floor over whether or not he should be allowed to do so can hardly leave anywhere near as sweet a taste in Uncle Andy's mouth as if the com- mittee had promptly whitewashed him. Decide It Yourself The issue now concerns whether Uncle Andy's stockholdings and al- leged business activities constitute “direct or indirect” interest in com- merce. As far as the stock goes, that's merely a matter of interpreta- tion. The reader can decide that for himself as well as any senator can. The law, which is very old, says a ward Calvin Coolidge may or may not have been slightly patronizing, but Person with such interest can't be secretary of the treasury and provides ® $3,000 fine. When Mrs. Ross's closed eyes did mot open to her frantic pleas, Tony ‘Tarver laid the grizzled head back upon the clean linoleum of the kitchen floor and sprang to the sink for water. Filling the little tin measuring cup that hung above the taps, she knelt again and sprinkled cold drops upon the grayish-pale face of Sandy's mother. There was a gasp; the eye- lids quivered, then blared wide. The familiar voice, very weak now, qua’ ered with the ghost of its usual vig« “My land! I mighta knowed it'd rain on Thanksgiving Day!” “It’s not raining, Mom Ross,” Tony Jaughed jerkily, as her strong young arms raised the plump, middle-aged body and cradled the head in the crook of her arm. “You fainted, Mom, darling, and scared the life out of me. What was the matter? Was it—bad news from—from Sandy?" There was a reassuring, though weak little chuckle. “My land, child! Don't. you ever think of nobody but Sandy? Reckon he's all right. He always is. Never saw such a boy to Jand on his feet—My stars above! What's that burnin’? My cran- berries?” “I’m afraid they're ruined, Mom,” ‘Tony sympathized, as she sprang to turn off the gas flame and to open the window wide to clear the room of smoke. “I smelled them burning and came to investigate, is how I to find you. Don't fret, LITTLE JOE | ° Aswers ARGUMe IS A BRIEF, iar a @ a? MN os | darling. I'll cook some more for you . Now, what happened?’ “I stood up on a chair to rummage around on the top shelf of the cup- board for that old recipe book of mine, and I guess I lost my balance. Seems like, though, I kinda went dizzy first. I ain't so young as I used to be, Tony. Anyways, I fell off the chair and it musta sounded like a ton o' bricks. Tried to ketch myself and twisted my ankle, I guess. It feels sorta funny. Help me up, Tony, and we'll see what the damage is... Ouch! Lordy, that hurts! Draw up that chair and let me set till Dennis comes home from the store. I sent him to the delicatessen for a box of sage. But I'm afraid you'll have to cut my shoe off, honey. Looks all swoll up, don't it?” she concluded in- eels thrusting out the injured loot. By the time Dennis Ross, who was “Pop” to Sandy and Tony. came ambling in from his errand, the old- fashioned, high-topped shoe had been cut away, the sprained ankle was being soaked in a pan of very hot water, and a doctor was on his way. Between them, Pop and Tony got the protesting woman into bed. “Who's goin’ to finish my Thanks- givin’ dinner, I'd like to know?” she grumbled. “Ain't a mite o’ sense, goin’ to bed and playin’ sick on account of a twisted ankle. Once I get it band- : TH: WORK - WORK - WORK! HAT'S ALL | DO AROUND HERE -' PINCH = WATCH AND SkiIMP =, YD LIKE TO KNOW WHERE WE'D BE IF IT WASN'T For THE WAY MANAGE THINGS — JAGS TRAIN 1S SLONILY E BISMARCK TRIBUNE WHAT ARE You DOING 7} RECOMMENDING YOURSELF — FOR WHAT ? (MNO EMPLOYMENT AGENCY = IM NoT HIRING YOUS Bur | DON'T ) HAVE MY GOOD POINTS ALSO = BELIEVE IN PARADING MY virruEs — — OK, GEE! DO You MEAN TO SAY THAT et CAN WEAR HAT FS CONBOY SUIT ALL AWRY, CERTAINLY as NO USE IN YoU WEARING GooD TRINGS! BOT SURELY CLIMBING THE RocxiEs| TO BAR O RANCH WHERE O—> MOW’N POP J AND 1 REMEMBERED - YOU TELLING ME ABOUT TWAT NEAT UTTLE DE ‘You TUNED LAST WEEK AT A NICE PROFIT INSTALLMENT ON. ( MoW's_ CAR ~~ SALESMAN SAM ‘S@Y, Boss,t WANNA SENO AN OSTRICH PLUME To MRS. SUZZLEM, Back Home— TUL SAY! THAT WAS We EASIEST $500 1 EVER MADE. Het EASY, SAM, BUT Messe 1 KIN HELE Ya OUT- TD RATHER WEAR THESE ANYWAY, UNCLE harry!’ Very Touching HENRY , YOU'RE AGOOD) THAT'S TOUGH! YOUVE HIT FRIEND OF MINE.T'M —/ ME ATA BAD TIME.T'VE ALITTLE SHORT OF A BUNCH OF BALS THAT CASH, 1 NEED A INE PROMISED To COUPLE OF WNDRED ) SETTLE AND “he FIRST OR So FOR AFEW OF THE MONTH IS ONITS DAYS. YM = Why. YM GONG TOBE SHORT MYSELF. ANY OTHER, TIME POR I'D WEL You OUT WA uteY @u'T so “OU GET HOLO OF ONE OF BERTHAS NICE BIG PLUMES AN HANG ON “TIGHT —THEN ILL GO WAY OVER To THE OTHER SIDE OF “W’ FARM AN’ CALL HER — WHEN ste STARTS “TA RUN, OUT Comes “TH eLUME! TL ONLY WANT THE GUMPS— VIRTUE ON PARADE CRON TREO aicnsnenenemmaneneal WHAT A PROCESSION THAT ‘T Would MAKE= Now ('D LIKE TO HAVE A GOOD SEAT IN THE REVIEWING STAND = AND WATCH FINE=Aow LET'S GO AROUND AND INTRODUCE You TO TWE Force were! POR, F YOU'D ASKED ME A {T FORA FEW | DAY ORTWO SOONER I WOULD DAYS, JiM IM A UTTLE SHORT <_ i Y e, WANE HAD THE DOUGH, BUT A BUNCH OF EXTRA EXPENSESHAVE, JUST ABOUT CLEANED ME. IF IT WT HADN'T BEEN FOR “THAT, T y PARADE GO BY — - Be THs STAKE A DAY OFF = PACK MY LUNCH@ 7 WHAT A SPECTACLE = CLOSE THE SOUR oe , AIMAKE IT A NATIONAL HOLIDAY: GIVE THE CHILDREN A TREAT LET THEM SEE SIMPLE SIMON - CARRYING WIS SIEVE - 4 PASS IN REVIEW = CHARLEY TAIS 1S ae FRECKLES,.A NEW ' y BOARDER WERE AT + . 1 ’ WHAT A GANG OF ALIBI-ARTISTS MAY ; FRIENDS “TURNED OUT ‘To. BE. THEY WERE au PROSPERITY AND I WAS AS WELCOME AS GOOD NEWS UNTIL T LET OUT A CRY FOR HELP. THE WHOLE GANG MUST HONE ‘TAKEN “THE SAME CORRES. < r + ’ PONDENCE COURSE ONHON TH DETOUR ABORROW- ING FRIEND. THEY ALL SPOKE “THE SAME -Pigcs- WELL, D'VE LEARNED A FEW TRICKS ON HOW TD HANDLE THE NEXT BABY THAT DRODS IN ON F FoR ATOUCH » ALL SET, Now! GIVE Bic BERTHA “TH come. ON, Boss! aged up, I can set in a rockin’ chair and do my cookin’ as easy as you Please. ut I don't please!” Tony scolded, “because I'm going to have a swell chance to show off by cooking the dinner myself. For once in your life, you're going to lie in bed like a baby and be pampered, if Pop and I have to tie you in.” “Tony's right, girl dear.” Dennis Ross soothed his wife gently. The doctor put an official stamp upon Tony's and Pop Ross's edict. “You will have to stay in bed, Mrs. Ross, for at least a week. I'll send a ud 10 om after you—” ju ny stepped forward cageri to interrupt him. i hd ‘NEXT: Tony takes a job. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Hees Inc.) Zane Grey, well known in American novelist, is New Zealand as a fish- erman. i # ~ oi