The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, June 6, 1929, Page 16

By RODNEY DUTCHER (NEA Service Writer) Washington, June 6.—Mass produ tion and prosperity, in which Pre: dent Hoover takes such a deep per- sonal interest, have brought the 2ountry to Washington and have add- 2d to the presidential woe. Many more citizens are now able to afford the trip to the capital, and the automobile factories, annually ex- panding production have given nearly everyone a car. Indirectly, they have also often given Mr. Hoover a sore hand, and before him it was Mr. Cool- idge who suffered. ‘That's the reason why Washington becomes more and more crowded by transients. Not only is there a daily jam at the white house, which be- comes barely manageable on the day the president shakes hands. It’s get- ting so that progress through the halls of the capitol is often seriously delayed, between throngs being guid- ed about and long lines of persons trying to get into the galleries. The other night, about 9 o'clock, your cor- respondent found the main steps of the congressional library, which are quite commodious, full of visiting high school kids, while hundreds of others within turned those ordinarily quiet ‘nd peaceful precincts almost into a noisy riot. Wanting to Shake Hands ‘The first months of any adminis- tration always draw out-of-town vis- \tors to the white house. Most of them simply want to see the new president and shake hands with him, for there hasn't been a new president here for several years. If a Democratic administration had been elected some members of the white house staff probably would have resigned. They remember the terrific rush when Wilson came into office. It seemed as if every able- bodied Democrat in 48 states was tak- ing advantage of the first party vic- tory since 1892. Hardly anyone ever comes into the white house without the idea of see- ing the president. Those with gen- uine special missions are usually turned over to George Akerson or Lawrence Ritchie or one of the other secretaries, who decide whether the person or the mission is important enough to warrant a personal inter- view. The others are disposed of by Patrick McKenna, who has been dis- posing of them ever since Roose- velt’s time. If you happen to have a letter from your congressman and it’s on a Thursday, Mr. McKenna will allow you two privileges: First, he will give you a little card which permits you to go through the white house, except for the second floor, where the pres- ident and his family have their living quarters. Second, you can come back at 12:30 and stand in a very long line to wait your turn to shake the presi- dential paw. If it isn’t Thursday, you can inspect the white house, but can't see the president. Congressmen have generally aband- oned the custom of escorting their constituents to the white house. Wil- son used to have little handshaking parties for their benefit at 10 a. m. Now, if a large group or an especially important constituent comes to town. the member usually delegates his sec- retary to do the honors. The other day, however, your correspondent ob- served Fred Hartley, the bright 26- year-old congressman from New Jer- sey, escorting a visiting high school class into the white house. Strangers who want special inter- views with the president are McKen- na’s principal problem. Most of them can be talked out of it, but often it takes time. Any Californian who ever lived within 300 miles of Palo Alto is likely to claim special privileges. Lots {of others pretend that they were classmates of Hoover's at Leland Stanford university—and don't get away with it. Many reasons given for seeing the president are quite simple. Some Queer Reasons “This is my annual visit here,” sa: one man, “I always like to pay m respects to the president.” If it isn't Thursday, he doesn't. “I'm just an old man, 76 years old.” says another, as if that ought to let him in. “This little boy hasn't ever been to Washington before and may not get here again,” explain a mother and father, as if being kept out of Mr. Hoover's office were something of a tragedy. McKenna, after his many years of service, knows nearly everyone whose name the reader would recognize— and a lot more. So do Sergeant Clar- ence L. Dalyrimple and Sergeant Er- nest M. Seaman of the white house police, who guard the outer gate of the executive offices. Dalyrimple came to the white house in 1898 and Seaman in 1902. Contrary to her fears, Crystal slept | wanted to run every step of the way soundly that Sunday night, awaken- ing early Monday morning a little ashamed of the deep oblivion which had followed one of the most dra- matic episodes of her life. Already she felt that it was all a little un- real—her proposal of marriage from one of Stanton’s richest and most eligible young men. Perhaps that very feeling of unreality kept her from experiencing any twinges of doubt and regret for what she had given up in refusing George Pruitt. Her only emotion in regard to the whole episode was one of quiet ela- tion that she had somehow managed to-keep his friendship. She even had the vague conviction that he liked ner better now, even if he loved her Jess. And George's sincere liking and y, exulting in ptation had almost cheated her of the night be- fore. She sang snatches of popular songs as she bathed, noting as her white body lay in the warm, scented | s water, that the boniness had disap. Peared, that the only adjective to d scribe her body now was “! not “skinny.” The bathroom scales purchased by Cherry, who dieted rig- orously whenever she had gained a pound over ninety-five, told her that she had gained four pounds at the Jonson farm. Exactly one hundred now—tighteen pounds less than she had weighed before her terrible ill- ness, but almost enough. For she was going to work hard, in, slug- “ree ” seemed suddenly to stretch it- the luxurious yawn that pre- complete awakening. Oh, it good to use every cell in her brain, to create pictures with as George did with paints. She YOUR CHILDREN Servicetns. to the offices of The Press. ‘ Dressed in her kimono, and brush- ing her gleaming brown hair that framed her purely pale face in a bell- shaped bob, Crystal wondered what dress she should wear. Everything | She had was too big, and bought when her ideas as to clothes and life had been wrong and silly. That old dark- blue silk . . . If she basted on fresh white collar and cuffs, and belted it in. A knock at the door interrupted her planning, and Faith entered with a long flat box and a tall, round one. “You look py, darling, and rested. I'm so Bob and I were afraid you were not yet strong enough to go to work, but I don't believ anyone could hold you back now Faith said, as she kissed her hus- band's cousin. “Tm so excited and thrilled I can ly keep my feet on the floor,” ‘al admitted. “New clothes. T'll to do some shopping myself Everything I have is inches too ig— ‘Which is why I got a size thirteen for you,” Faith smiled. “Look! If you don’t like it you can exchange it, of course, but it looked so exactly like you that I couldn't resist it,” and she took from the long box a little two- piece jersey sweater dress. The short skirt was dark brown, knife-pleated. | and the demure little belted blouse of soft tan, into which were woven Jagged streaks of flaming orange and brown. An impudent little brown felt. hat had two downward-pointing brown quills thickly dappled with or- ange. Crystal snatched them up with little broken cries of gratitude and delight. NEX’ Into a new life. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) us is to get our minds off disaster no matter how small it is. There is so much in the association j of ideas, just as when we say “ball,” “bat” rushes into our heads. We can- not disassociate them any more than or “fall’ and “cry” go together invar- power of suggestion works iably. ‘Things do hurt—dear knows! im @ young child's life. 11 |1™ not saying otherwise. But by suggestion, the mind of a child can werks magic in anyone's life, but it! be quickly averted to something else. particularly potent in the young, It will have a decided effect on the way he meets trouble later on. But the greatest good of the power of suggestion acts inversely; it is the suggestion of power. Tell a child he can do things. Tell him he can win the race, that he will make a fine Of | batter, that he can play a game and beat; tell him he is smart OF Alt THINGS- A FLAY TIRE = Now WHAT SWALL 1 DO? Freckles and His Friends Yesse=Tese are ) 006 NUTHIN'=Tlose TASS Foor maRys ) ARE LONE WIOLFS LRIGHT-AND Loo ) PRINTS AN Hes TY AT ALL THESE DOG _/ MEANEST AN' WILDEST FOoT PRINTS, BAD EGS IN THESE PaRTs! BUT MoM sAID SAY, YOUR \/f wee, A) SHE'D FEEL SORRY | POP 1S THE | YOU'RE SO FOR YOU iF YOU EVER HAVE TO SETTLE ANY ARGUMENT WITH HILDA CAUSE SHE'S OOH, SO STRONG LISSEN TA “THIS, BUNCH - GOTTA WIRE: FROM SAIA SEXIN’ HE 1S HEADIN’ BACK HOME. GREAT, HUH? GOSH, I'LL e BE Glad TA See Him! eesti TRIBUNE’S PAGE OF COMIC STRIPS AND FEATURES VLL JUSY NAVE To S\T HERE AND WAIT “TILL SOME KIND PERSON COMES ALONG YOURE IN TROUBLE Too, AREN'T You? WERE-LET IE TRY To WEL You OUT-- GGE~THAT MUST L KNOW HOM TD FEEL, (F TAAT WAS ME, WITH ONE 2. OF NY FEET CAUGHT IN A TRAP LIKE THIS = HOLD NO, HILDA, (T'S, QUT, 1 WATE LIKE TH’ OX) eT OMY OF ALL PEOPLE - TOM CARR- IN ‘THIS SHODDY OLD OUTFIT —— AND NO MAKE-UP AND ME JMERE! TUAT FEELS BETTER, DOESAT IT? 1 WONDER IF MAYBE YoU BELONG % NY UNCLE HARRY, WHOM TM TRYING TO FIND 2? HILDA MUST BE STRONGER THAN SAMDSON EVEN, POP CLOTHES MA WEN AGAIN WADIN' OUT THERE of mutual distrust—and so it gener- ally is. But in the instance referred to, the producers built the Astor theater on per ae Beg Nile gap lo Bey three est. moneymaking dramas in the street’s history— gi Bat,” ‘Seven Days” and “Paid in ” And no one ever had to go to __ THURSDAY, JUNE6,1929