The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 13, 1929, Page 10

By RODNEY DUTCHER (NEA Service Writer) Washington, July 13—The hi owners of the capital do not re & summer when business has been so good. First, there's a tar constructed by the s committee, which means that more! than the usual quota of lobby | eccupying expensive suites more members of congre: than ordinarily. Second, President Hoover and staff are here for the summe: are thousands of jobs yet to and the seekers of these are ¢ and going out of to’ Third, the fact t remains greatly augm crop of tourists which in the first few month: auguration of a new president Ordinarily “nearly everybody town for the summer. Th large portion of “nearly everybody sticking around. ee * Very shortly there wii! de an epidemic of anecdotes calling up President Hoc dering a case of gin o1 calling up a prominen bootlegger and asking for } Hoover. The eenises of th will be the fact that the house telephone = number. 1414, is almost identical wi the bootlegcer—just close enot customers and operat takes. One venturi the bootlegger. I Hoover, will soon change ber. ee & Mrs. Hoover brought ba souvenirs from her with the president America, but perhaps the of all recently came chasing after her. | y doll, made into a an elderly woman. he attractiveness of the pin to it yner, Whereupon the old lady tried to take it off and give it Mrs. Hoover, naturally, ¢x- She remarked guan minister to ne old lady sought ad removed the metal d run a ribbon through the nent and she asked Dr. Sa- iver it to Mrs. Hoover. So er brought it along and ented it found that Mrs ered the incident, the y General Mitchell is pretty ) continue to fail to act on ongressman George of Massachusetts e and prosecute the ard of Temperance, Pro- and Public Morals for not re- ign expenses. He is tty certain to continue to fail to between Tinkham ye Wilson ends, arguments, incon- ion called Tinkham a kham called the board a The row somewhat emperature, for it was argument Clarence 11 nt after him ‘s motto is “Remember the ay and keep it newsy.” Sunday is always a dull he has recently been put his blasts special deliv- h Saturday, timed to reach the ashington correspondents next day when they most need help. “But aren't you going home, too?”| Crystal protested, after their late sup- | per of bacon and eggs, coffee and pic i at Charlie's Coffee Pot, during which | they had talked of little besides San- | dy Ross and Tony Tarver, for Cry | had told Colin Grant the whole st | in strictest confidence. if “Home? Me?” Colin Grant grinned. “While a story like this is on the fire? Im going to hang around the office, and watch the radio and the| leased wire bulletins on the flight. In, tase there's a crash or he’s lost—" “Plaese don't!” Crystal shuddered. ! “But how can there be any news? Sandy wasn't carrying a radio—’ “Oh, Horton framed a hook-up with the whole country before we got back from the field.” Colin assured her, grinning more broadly at her ignor- ance of modern newspaper methods. “The story's been broadcast from ev- ery station in.the country probabiy, and every mother’s son of a radio and | aviation fan will be cranning his neck | to catch a glimpse of the ‘Number | One.’ Those who're lucky enough to} sight it—and a lot that just think} they saw it—will be telephoning the! news to radio stations all along his route. See?” | “Then I'm going to hang around} too,” Crystal pronounced decidedly, and nothing he could say could} swerve her. “And I'll be useful, too, to telephone news to Tony and San- y's mother—the good news, that is. | Grant had not around,” would she have insisted so firmly on her own right to do so? ‘They found, in the city room of The Press, an oldish man with a wooden leg, listening drowsily to the clicking k graph instrument above ‘Y| his typewriter, but since his hands were idle, Crysta nsed that nothing concerning Sandy Ross was coming over the leased wire. Harry Blaine, his feet on his desk, was reading the manuscript of one of his own plays, making an occa- | sional pencilled notation or change. “Hello!” he greeted them. “No real news yet. Too early, of course. Go- around, Grant? We'll ex- se, if anything happens—” rton’s shooting the works, isn't he?” Colin drawled. “Want me to hold down the desk for you, Harry? No use both of us losing a night's sleep, and u've got a big day before ‘arry Blaine slowly lowered his feet, then drew himself out of his chair wearily. “Thanks, Grant. Believe I will turn in. I'm shot. Call me at my joint if anything breaks. And Horton wants to be called, too. His phone number's pasted on the wall here. Probably won't be anything be- fore morning. All I hope is, if the kid’s got to crash he does it on our time. “Better come along, too, Crys,” he added. “Your sitting up all night won't make Sandy any the safer, and NELLO! ANDY GUMP ? STwi$ 18 DELL STROUPE YHE MARSHALL ~ AT LAKE GENEVA — CRONIN AND EXNER WAVE JUST PickeD UP A SUSPICIOUS CNARACTER@ WE DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS — HE NAS NO LICENSE ON HIS CAR = WE HAVE HIM BOOKED ON ABOUT EN CNARGES — HE CLAIMS HE'S A FRIEND OF YOUR'S = AND WANTS You, TO Go NIS BAIL — You'D BETTER. ComE DOWN AND LOOK YOU ARENT ANY MORE To BLAME FoR TAG GETTING LosT THAN I AN, OAN == COME ON, LET'S GO Back To TWE RANGA AND 6ET SOME HELP! Td rather die myself than tell Tony | you've got to work tomorrow.” Then anything had happened to Sandy! he shrugged as she shook her head. Ross.” |“All right! But—don’t forget what I “Guess you're a newspaperman all | told you.” and he flicked a significant right,” Colin admitted grudgingly, | and Crystal knew that he had no high praise for any man or woman. But | she smiled a bit to herself. I: Colin U Mt Hollywood, Cal., July 13.—They've started calling this place, cad California.” | Entering the lobby of the Roose- velt hotel is very much like crossing ; 44th street and Broadway a year ago. | Everyone and his brother is here get. | ting some of the California “pay dirt” that has become so easily achieved since the movies learned to talk. Somewhere in Kansas the good old{ silver dollar reappears. But in the Roosevelt lobby the talk is big money. It’s not the old tablecloth money, which is jotted down during the noon lunch hour at the Astor—but the real tlo-re-me. | The bright-lights boys seem to lose their night life pallor. A healthy tan ectually appears upon faces that have not known the sun in many years. ‘They have their own cars, They talk thop incessantly and they seem to like | } | glance toward Colin Grant. NEXT: A genius in torment. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) D my | GOING PLACES HSEEING THINGS it. I wonder what will finally hap- pen. * * Everyone from Al Jolson to Gus Ed- wards crosses the lobby tiling within a few hours. Edwards, who has checked up more theater discoveries than I can recall, stops to tell me about his latest—a Mexican gal by the name f Ameda. She’s playing lead to John Barrymore in his first talking movie, “General Crook.” Stopping at the studio to say hello to Alan Crossland, who is directing, it's easy to believe that Edwards is just as right in his selections as he ever was. What amused me was the almost religious awe in which the whole studio awaits each word of Barry- more. From card’ boy to officials a religious suspense awaits his each word. Oh well— ee Ke This is certainly the bonanza town for the Broadwayites! Sammy Lee, for instance, must have dropped et erything but his shirt in a musical show last winter. Now he’s a walking advertisement for the mint. One of Broadway’s best dance arrangers, he's showing the chorines of the talkies how to step. ses A group of ex-Broadwayites gather in a corner and begin to talk about pid ae street.” When they go back y' ve plenty of spending money. Meanwhile any number of drifters ” The Roose- / Not FEELING ragut? - ; FOREVER MORE, NHATEVERS WRONG WITH YOU, IT CERTAINLY ISN'T INSOMNIA . THE WAY YOu SNORED ALL NIGHT IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS On WAS FEELING LIKE A MILLION, UNTIL HE FOUND AN OLD FAMILY MEDICAL BOOK IN A Box OF TRASH AND Now HE THINKe TORT HE HAS SYMPTOMS OFA DOZEN FATAL DISEASES — "oe SALESMAN SAM (Wow REMEMBER, DEAR, IF You DONT THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, SATURDAY, BEST THING TO DO ALL RiGuT, JULY 18, 1929 THINK IT'S A WILD CAT WE CAUGHT = WE CLAIMS THAT! “. THIS: BE - GEYTING ME TO COME DOWN AND I WATE To Go BACK WITHOUT Him AS AUCH AS You DO, ~ BUT THERE'S NOTHING ELSE WE CAN 00 r, JUST HE SAME, TM GOING TO STOP IN BND SEE DOC STULL. HE KNOWS ALL ABOUT LEPROSY--. WHEW!. GOLLY, 1 FEEL PUNK I'LL Look FEEL ANY BETTER, LEAVE “TH STORE IN || OVER “TH MORNING'S MAIL AND FOLLOW CHARGE OF SAM AND come Home — going about mysterious over. it funny place, ‘’ * IE WEES AoVICe- Poor Lindy! WELL 60 AND GET LINDY On! THAT'S RieuT!! eee, I FoR6éoT ALL AGouT WIM TIED Leprosy !L( wei rve GOT A LOT OF MY HANDS UNDER Mir HEAD LEPROSY SYMPTOMS. 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