The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, June 21, 1929, Page 12

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE ° SE EE SER PTE T | THE GUMPS—THE BUNK OF A BUSY BRAIN ee | © ALL MEARD OF OU AE MORSE: RisTOL = ‘TO BE MP=_ TO THI ANDY Ge FISH ME COMMON FISH HOOK NAS NOT We i | GMANGED SINCE YHE DAY OF [YS a INVENTION = TMOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO = ANDY GUMP = IN HIS: EXPERIMENTAL ANOTHER GOMP BRAIN PRODUCT “THE FISH DRAG ” -; danaan By RODNEY DUTCHER (NEA Service Writer) Washington, June 21.—One of the - largest pairs of pajamas in the United States has a color design of wide pink and white stripes. | These pajamas are those of the| Hon. William Howard Taft, chief jus- tice of the United Stat been dashing around so the age of 71 that he was forced to! retire to a local hospital room for a/ rest. | It probably is unnecessary to ob- | verve that Mr. Taft has never ap-| peared in pajamas on the supreme | bench—though one never really clocs know just what a justice wears under his big black robe—nor has he been seen in costume at any of Washing- ton's fashionable pajama partics. In! fact, Mr. Taft's incarceration at the | hospital represents the first time the ; Taft pajamas have been on display | here outside the Taft home. Photographers have gone to the hospital hoping for a picture of Mr. Taft in his pink and white pajamas, only to be completely disappointed. | ss | One of the attaches at the Cuban) embassy, whose name will not be men- tioned because he is otherwise a man of high and upright principle. does not take the prohibition laws with the utmost seriousness. At a small dinner party in the Wil- lard hotel dining room he put a bot- tle on the table, which caused more commotion in that famous hostelry than anything since Will Rogers filmed a shooting scene in the lobby. First came the waiter and politely asked him to remove the bottle; he must either put it on the floor or in his pocket. “All right,” said the attache, “then you put that bottle of Apollinaris water in your pocket!” “Why should I do that” demanded the waiter. “Well, why should I put this bottle in my pocket?” demanded the at- tache. After some more conversation of that sort the head waiter came and explained that having the bottle on the table was against the rules. Furthermore, a man and a woman at ic nearby table had complained about “Well, you tell them to take their soup off the table!” insisted the at- tache, and there was further debate, “Listen, Callie!’ Listen!” Tony begged, shaking the girl by the shou! ders in an effort to check that ter- rible fit of hysterics. to marry Dick Talbot! The sobs stopped suddenly. “Aw, go on and marry him,” Callie Barrett said drearily. “It ain't going to get me nothing if you throw him | over now.” | don't want to, I've never wanted | to,” Tony insisted. “He made me be- lieve I owed him a debt, because I'd | Jet him make love to me, but now his, debt to you comes first—and I'm go- ing to make him pay it,” she added fiercely. “What do you mean” Callie asked blankly. “I'm going to bring him here and ymake him marry you,” Tony eluci- | dated. “Don't worry, honey! I can do it all right? Just you be thinking what you'll wear for your wedding— Callie Barrett shook her head, slow. ly, with utter hopelessness. “Reckon I don't want to marry him, either, Miss Tarver. I ain't forcing | myself on no man. I've got my prid too, When I first found out I w going to have a baby, I begged hii to marry me, but when he—he called me a—a—awful name I wouldn't dirty | my mouth with, I—well, I guess I stopped loving him. That's the awful of it now. I haven't even got ni in my heart, but the baby anyway—” “Oh!” Tony gasped. Then she put | about the girl and kissed | ‘80 sorry, Callie, but for the sake you ought to marry him I have to make him do it—” the girl shook her head. Tarver. Reckon it uch of a marriage, with ‘him hating me and my love for him I haven't told you everything to me. He told his father sent a lawyer IN NEW YORK | York, June 21.—The Manhat- variation on the county fair may almost any week in the year Grand Central Palace, or, ) &t Madison Square Gar- Toe i i : we their day at the endless exhibitions which, but for and better” atmosphere, a per of the annual affairs more rural communi- rig goed world is drawn to the shows, I am told—chemists, il? i illustrating the Latin-American sense of humor. And so finally the manager came, with the whole dining room agog. and insisted that the liquor be removed. Immediately after that everybody concerned felt quite silly except the attache. “Why didn't you tell me you meant liquor?” he asked. “That's medicine,” He pulled out the cork to produce an odor of oil of lavender and men- thol * * x Perhaps the numerous congressmen who recently voted to restrict aliens registering them all and by depriv- them of representation in con- gress felt that the city of Washing- ton would soon need no further im- provement. It may not have occurred to them, however, that it was Dr. Edward ‘Thornton, an alten Englishman, who | submitted the design for the capitol itself. ‘The congressman who looks above him at the interior of the dome and other portions of the capitol will also see beautiful and ambitious frescoes provided by one Constantino Brum- idi, another alien, who worked on the job for 30 years. Brumidi was an Italian revolutionist who flew to the United States as a land of refuge. Looking out from the capitol’s south portico the same congressman can see the white house, which was designed and built by an alien Irish- man named James Hoban. Part of the design was taken from the vice- regal lodge in Ireland. One can also see from the capitol the great Smithsonian Institution founded with money donated by an Englishman named James Smithson, who never even saw this country. Looking out over the beautiful avenues and parks of Washington, one also recalls that the capital city was planned by the alien Frenchman, Major L'Enfant, who sold his idea to George Washington. Wherever the original builders departed from L'En- fant’s plans they seem to have cre- ated eyesores. The new public build- ing program here, however, has re- verted to L'Enfant’s ideas. Of “60 or more statues counted in parks around the town, about a fifth were erected in the memory of aliens —Von Steuben, Lafayette, Rochame beau, Kosciusko, Pulaski and other of the derned furriners. to see me. The lawyer had a paper that he wanted me to sign, and it said in. it that I swore my baby wasn't Dick's. He said if I'd sign it Dick's father would give me a thou- sand dollars, but I tore it up and threw it in his face. “Of course you did!” Tony cham- pioned her hotly. h, the beasts! T could kill them all! “I told the lawyer that I'd die be- fore I'd sign a paper like that, be- cause I never had been bad with any man but Dick, and if he didn’t want to make it right for me and the baby, Id kill myself, but I wouldn't sign a lie,” the dreary voice went on. “And so the lawyer accused me of trying to blackmail Mr. Talbot and Dick, and I said no. I didn’t want nothing from them, after Dick had acted like that. . . And now, all I want is to die. Last night I was going to take some stuff I got at the drug store to kill myself with, but Mr. Grant stopped me. Two of the tablets rolled under the bed and he didn’t see ‘em, and I ook ‘em this morning, but they idn't kill me. They just made me leep awful sound, so I didn't hear ‘ou_when you come in.” ‘Oh, Crystal! What can we do?” Tony cried despairingly. “She can’t be left here, like this! Listen, Callie! Will you come and stay with me till we can decide what is best for you?” Again that dreary shake of the head. “Reckon it wouldn't be right to get you mixed up with this, Miss Tarver, though you're mighty— mighty kind, and I ’preciate it—” The sobs were coming again, but she checked them resolutely. “Besides, I couldn't leave Grandma. She's old | and sicl ie “Then listen—" Tony began eager- NEXT: The end of Callie’s story. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) florists, manufacturers, furniture fanciers, and home decorators. Ex- | hibits come from every point of the globe and some twenty-five million People have looked upon them. **e * Here it was that many years ago ; 2 young man went about with a bas- ket of hot dogs. Today this indi- vidual is many times a millionaire— Harry Stevens, the “hot dog king” of America, who made his pile from the appetites of the city dwellers. Other fortunes have been made here in cornucopias and odd caterings such as one might find on any fair grounds, s* * ° LABORATORY AT LAKE GENEVA YS WORKING HIS INVENTIVE MIND if OVERTIME FOR NEW IDEAS — — MIS FIRST BRAIN STORM — NOTE THE ABSENCE OF ANY NOOK = ARROW CAUSES - INSTANT DEATH —, DOES AWAY WITH OF BAITING WORM ON |. NOOK —= Freckles and His Friends MOM’N POP, NCS, BOT IT'S A SAMPLE OF THE MODERNISTIC FURNITURE VVE DECIDED To USE WN OUR NEW HOUSE. ISNT AT STOWNING 2 WELL CRAWL UP ON “THS LoaD ONO TH’ FaRMER’LL NEVER Wise To us Be Fa5Gge ed uit 1% MAGE OF STREL, AHAPEO TO. te IMITATE WEEDS — PAINTED DOWN WITH DRAG MINNOW Fish @ FOLLOWS oRtEN > ROCKS _MAKES A MOST na SNARE = THROUGH WE ‘AT’MIGH SPEED — LITTLE PERSERVERANCE “THE ANGLER wu ES SURPRISED so ae DAY'S CATCH = WED A bot TORT OF LAKE = ‘STUNTED, 1'D SAY, BABY ! THEY CERTAINLY SHORT-CHANGED | NOU ON THE BACK EVERY TIME XOU'D SIT DOWN YOU'D CRACK YOUR SPINE OVER THE TOP OF IT SUST ABOVE THE HIP POCKETS \ ANY NN R\ “y AAA AN ANS wy AN W SsEN! SOUNDS UKE SAM SNORING; DOESN'T IT? A\ \\) Kg WAY NOT “TRY TO CULTIVATE A LITTLE APPRECIATION FOR THE ARTISTIC? NOURE FOREVER THINKING OF COMFORT, 1 SUPPOSE YOU'D PREFER A CLUMSY, HOT, OVER-STUFFED AFFAIR TWAT, {OU COULD FALL ASLEED 1 AND SPILL CIGAR ASHES DOWN THE THE Aes) MERE Cen wend SCATTER SHOT JUST ONE NIBBLE AND BANG! ‘ao A DAY'S CATCH = WELL. THAT THING MAY BE ARTISTIC BUT IF YOU'D SPEND AN EVENING AN IT YOU'D BE A WEEK IRONING THE KINKS OUT OF YOUR SPINE eo Ge