The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 15, 1929, Page 10

} By RODNEY DUTCHER (NEA Service Writer) of New York that Governor Frank! D. Roosevelt plans to run for presi Washington.—Interesting stories out dential nomination and election in 1932 on a trust-busting platform, and that his effort has already beg come three years and four months fore election day. Roosevelt, it Pears, realizes that it is going to take ® very long time to work up public in- Gignation against the modern “tr Meanwhile big business m have become larger and more frequer until today billion-dollar consolida- ter tions tending toward monopoly hav become almost commonplace. Of course if a serious industrial de- Pression came along, and millions of voters had reason to feel sore it, it would be easy enough for Politician to blame it on th But even in the face of aj beautifully on the old political ax that “Prosperity disarms all criticism Strangely enough, some of the most thoughtful Socialists in the countr: are now as thoroughly reconciled t the processes of consolidation an Monopoly as are the most. hard-boile capitalists. They hope that these proc- esses will be speeded up. They belicv that when the production and han. dling of most necessities and luxuric of life become virtual monopolies, and when the opportunities for individual business enterprise have been reduced to @ minimum, popular opinion will come to favor overwhelmingly tie | taking over of monopolies by the state. | Big business, as if to avert any such | tz eventuality, has been seeking more ts.” TRIBUNE’ GLY | and more to “Educate” the people as to its virtues and public spirit, to es- tablish cordial public relations and to diffuse stock ownership as widely as possible. m i= 1 spoke significantly the to the Electrical World id the formation of a na- ¢ monopoly was a of economic tend- splendid thing for all has got to come,” said Ford 5 -ground point of view on nt ability of regulating consolidations in the public in- s. with the idea, that the governm ould see to it that the public isn uged. With the reduc- tion of competition this danger natur- a} nereases. It has been best dem- ted among the public utilities, re regarded as inherently istic in character. while, mergers pile up like Us rolling downhill and the ral government, with anti-trust 's often described as antiquated, is bewildered by them. It has inite policy with which to deal with them and t seems to be a disposition to let economic tendency e y ) id d e he mergers recently reported in - | electric power, banking, radio, com- rie: s | m ions, shipping, automobiles, ment store, aviation, food, rail- movies, theatres, chain stores, and countless other indus- barely dreamed of a few 0. nor Roosevelt appears to have a large job, Goodness knows t will be like by 1932. The clomp of Harry Blaine’s with not even a word of hitched up a chair to the typewriter he arrovant!= hot i~ apology, batter ately called his own, flung one long Jeg across the desk, rouca a copy paper into the machine. gan to pound the keys wit Staccato strokes. Crystal gasped betrayingly, then other girl? stories. But the tears of disappointment ana | age were so thick in her eyes that She could not read a word of the fine print, devoted, most entertainingly, to the statistics on insanity in these United States. The sound of a fierce oath, simul- taneous with the ripping of paper from the typewriter, made her look up, startled. Colin Grant knocked over his chair and slouched toward her, his dark eyes furious beneath the tousled crest of black hair. “Can't write!” he groaned, as he flung himself into a chair less than two feet from her own. “Haven't been able to grind out a decent paragraph for two days!” Crystal smiled, malicious amuse- ment sparkling in her hazel eyes. It had been just two days—though it | seemed years—since she had met ae. Grant. “Something on your mind? Something worrying you?” she inquired pleasantly. He glowered at her darkly. “No!” he denied violently, but his hot, ‘harassed eyes broke away from hers. duly 15.—Seeing Broad- 4n Hollywood — Willson Mizner, considered a leading gagsmith now participates called The Brown Der- resemble A. Smith's » His partner Gloria Swanson’s first husband, Irving Banborn. Once he was a lead- spirit at Jack's, Broadway's n it was. Founds all the old “Jack’s into his cafe for a round table hy ae al fecens ct the old are here for the Pictures, driving trick auto- bout in whites, for instance, I saw once star reporter of tenderloin and now a Gebonair greeter of the Grover Whal- anything can hap- on the Sun, who was applaud- @ | hattan’s most picturesque personali- | Nel-named . . . Btoadi de- seending footsteps on the stairs had hardly died away before Colin Grant, Well, let him! She'd do some showing on her own account. If he thought she cared a hoot whether he talked to her or wrote onc of his bare-boned, realistic, sentimental old “Just need a change of scene—that's all. Been in this town too long—” ‘ou must be stagnating,” Crystal pathized, though her heart had nk at the implied threat in his ‘ve been in Stanton all s, ‘en't you?” “Two weeks tomorrow,” he agreed, without humor. “I wish Blaine had fired me when I gave him his chance. ;Now Im stuck here till Saturday a reached for the dog-eared copy of the World Almanac which sprawled on the copy desk, securei from wander- ing by a rusty chain. He was going to show her, was he, that he had no time for her—or any “You'll be off then?” Crystal asked, still pleasantly, though her lips felt stiff and cold. “‘On your way'?” Those three words had come to be | the most hateful in the English lan- guage to Crystal Hathaway. “I'll say so!” he answered with queer violence, his eyes still avoiding hers, “Nothing to keep me in this town—is there?” He added the last j Words as if they had been wrung from him. “Of cours not!" Crystal seemed to | ympathetic and helpful. | | Pre ton more—interesting.” He did look at her then—a long. furious glance from his harassed black eyes, which failed to destroy the mocking smile in hers. | “You don't know what hell is till you wake up and find you can't write a decent sentence to save your life,” he exploded at last. Then, before she could answer: “Or do you, I don't know much about you, do 1? Who are | you, anyway? What are you? What |do you want to do? Where are you coing—if anywhere? What's inside you? Anything much?” Crystal knew he wanted her to feel insulted and angry, so that his own pain might. be relieved. She smiled | coolly. “Why do you want to know? ; So you can put me in a story?” i NEXT: Confessional. Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) ed at Jack's after his famous hit, “Paid In Full.” Now he writes scripts for radio picturés. And William Col- lier, sr.. who has graduated into a dia- lect expert. Owen Davis, who has the world’s playwriting record. Win- field Sheehan, once a New York po- lice commissioner, and now vice- president of Fox films. Sheehan, al- though rated at millions, drives about in a “tin lizzie.” The livery of his chauffeur seems, at a glance, more valuable than a car. But as I've said, anything can happen here! Paul Thompson, who once had the Most valuable “morgue” of New York society figures, but who today takes “shots” of film celebs; Tom Geraghty, another New York reporter who has made good in the film city; Joe Schenk and Sam Goldwyn, film mag- nates, who barely knew a bit of cellu- Joid from a bolt of ribbon, when Jack's was going strong. And fhere are a dozen others. But that's the way it is out here. Man- ties have drifted out. fornia.” ~ “ek * ~ THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, MONDAY, JULY 15. 19297 S PAGE OF COMIC STRIPS AND FEATURES Mes. ~ < eomRe | You KNOW TWAT'S & PECULIAR THING ABOUT e LAKE GENEVA = WE DON'T NEED ALARA CLOCKS HER ‘WE LAKE 1S S\roaTeD IN SUCH A PECULIAR ' WHAT DO YOU USE FOR ALARM CLOCKS AROUND NERE ? | WANY Yo GET AN EARLY START AT THOSE FISH = IN THE MORNING YD LIKE ‘To GET UP AT FIWE O'CLOCK = ALL ' HAVE Yo BO '$ RAISE THE WINDOW AND NOLLER oO THAT'S ALL THERE 18 To IT =, NOw IN THE MORNING ~~ = AT FWE O'CLOCK ~ . HE ECMO COME BacK AND WAKES YOU UP = oA + JUST LEAVE THE windowY% OPEN — YOU'LL NEAR IT = +) ( -mey say mer AN AND ENERY CLOUD FRECKLES HAS A SILVER WUNE GIVEN LNG, gut UP HOPE oF BANE NY FINDING Dovers TAGALONG, so Tey GO Bac FoR Tass PONY THAT They LEFT TIED THA TLL RUN AGED AND UNTIE HIM 666! oe ve nits aA kt es onal. DOC, 1 WAVEN'T BEEN FEELING MYSELF FOR A MONTH.T DONT HOLD BACK N/ now, IF TweRE ON ME Doc. Lknow \ You ID Forcer ITS JUST MY IRON NERVE TWATS BEEN KEEPING ME ON MY FEET “THE LAST MONTH, SO I'M PREPARED FOR WE WORST AND MY TONGUE FEELS LIKE AT HAS A COAT OF FEATHERS ALL OVER IT--AND ALOT OF OTHER SYMPTOMS,AND I'M AFRAID IT MIGHT BE LePRosy * DECIDES HE HAS IT Consutts: —~@> Sust CAME FROM TH’ BANK, SAM, AND THeY WERE SHOWIN’ ME “TH NEW GILLS TH’ GOVER'MENTS GONNA PUT IN CtR— CULATION SOON —ETc-ETe~ ~ Nove- WHAT Ya “LO ME ABOUT TH’ HOH. Jest Gecause TH’ BILLS ARE GONNA BE SMALLER, YOURE DOWN IN “WH MOUTH —"HaTS NONSENSE! VILL BE WoRKIN' FoR Less Oouck ! SAM? OID KITTY GINE “a THe ain LAST NIGHT 2+ + ome nt anything can happen out this way. <. [<} iT SWAN. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) tke Hi} oy ag hek