The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 22, 1929, Page 2

PROMPT HANDLING OF GRAIN CARS IS > ASSURED SHIPPERS Curtis Mosher, Chairman of Re- gional Board, Arranges All- Round Cooperation HEAVY MOVEMENT IS SEEN! | Conditions Existing at Ports! and Terminals Such as to Tax Facilities Three local terminal committces will cooperate with the railroads and the general committee of the North- . west Shippers Advisory board to pre- | vent traffic jams during the 1929 grain shipping season. according to | - information received by the state | railroad board from Curtis L. Mosher, | general chairman of the board. | The local terminal committees at | Grand Forks, Duluth and Minneapolis will be responsible for the prompt handling of loaded grain cars received at their respective points. They also will be responsible for the active co- operation of the clevator interests and ,for the prompt unloading and return of cars to shipping territory. Chairman of the three local com- mittees will serve as members of the joint grain transportation committee, | Which will supervise grain shipments in the Northwest, including the car | ». Supply to country clevators and the ao of loaded and empty grain cars. The local committees will be ex- pected to supply the general commit- tee with “complete and continuous in- | formation,” regarding the condition | , in their territories. | Members of the railroad and ware- house commissions of Minnesota and the Dakotas have been named mem- bers of the joint commitice, since the law gives these boards jurisdiction over country elevators. The important interior milling interests and the six ‘ailroads serving the Northwest also are represented by officials responsi- ble for car movement and car supply | on the different lines. Commenting on the situation which will conffont these committees, Mosher said: “In anticipation of greater difficul- ties than have been encountered for several years in maintaining car sup- Ply at country elevators and in pro- viding for the prompt handling and “unloading of grain at terminals, a roeder and more comprehensive or- ~ Banization has been created than ex- isted in previous years. It gives con- sideration to the conflicting interests of the different grain markets:and af- fords appropriate authority to cach within its own terminal area, and ap- propriate representation of each upon the gtneral committee upon which the responsibility for the situation over the entire Northwest will rest. “Although the aggregate volume of the crop appears now to be somewhat ~less than was anticipated a month ago, the movement will be heavy when -threshing begins and in view of the existing port and terminal situation in the United States, it is likely to tax the resources of the railroads and country elevators to an unusual de- gree. If the terminal congestion and blockaded country elevators, which have already characterized the carly wheat movement in the southwest United States, are to be avoided when the crop in the Northwest begins to Move, it will require the highest type of cooperation between shippers and railroads, and the prompt and effec tive handling of all problems affect- ing car supply and car movement that will arise during the crop moving Period.” Members of the local terminal com- Weather Report Temperature at 7 Highest yesterday Lowest last night . Precipitation to 7 m. Temperature A 3 [High Lowest Precipi- tation weather “Would you feel more at case if I went along, Honey?” The (A oA “RY ELEANOR CHAPTER I It is strange the way a little thing | can change your whole life. If Molly Burnham had not read that poem the day she was graduated, everything would have been entirely different. She'd have married and settled down, most likely. And it was such an unimportant lit- tle poem, too. And merest chance that Molly saw it at all. It was on the woman’s page of a morning news- paper. The wonder is that Molly had time even to glance at the head- lines on that eventful day. There had been a breakfast at her. sorority house in the morning. And | what with one thing and another the hours were ig like mad. At 11 o'clock the seniors scrubbed down the steps of College Hall, and gave the Greek statues their traditional annual bath. Then there was the luncheon that Claudia Cabot gave for her bridesmaids. Claudia was getting married the next day in College Chapel, and Molly was to be maid of honor. Her dress was that lovely new shade of green that looks like creme de menthe with cream drifting through it. It made Molly’s eyes, which are gray some- times and blue other times, as green |as anything. Molly loved green eyes. She was sure the Lorelei and all real | ¥' a had green eyes and auburn air. | Only Molly’s hair isn’t auburn, but | brown, with streaks in it about the | color of red fox, which may not sound jalluring when you read about it but emabiee mittees and of the joint grain trans- portation committee follow: Grand Forks—P. A. Lec, C. A. Bell and M. L. Gaetz. Duluth—W. R. McCarthy, H. J. Atwood. H. A. Starkey, C. F. Haley W. Smith and C. C. Crellin. joint grain transportation committee consists of P. J. Coleman, Minneapolis, . C. O'Connell, Minne- P. A. Lee, Grand . McCarthy, Duluth » Minneapolis lo- 5 Murphy, South Dakota rail- way commission; G. G. Grant, Min- nesota railroad commission; C. W. McDonnell, North Dakota railroad commission; Martin F. Smith, South- J. B. Smith, Great Northern railroad; P. H. Mc: Cauley, Northern Pacific railroad; W. C. Ranous, Soo Line railroad; C. S. Christopher, Chicago, Milwaukee, St Paul and Pacific railroad; E. Hallberg, Chicago and Northwestern railway and R. B. Croll, Great Western rail- way. | AT THE MOVIES —_ CAPITOL THEATRE The famous New York courtroom in which scores of cases of world-wide interest have been tried, general ses- sions, Part I, in New York, was re- produced in exact detail for the pro: duction of “Thru Different Ey Fox movietone all-talking murder trial film, featuring Mary Duncan, Warner Baxter and Edmund Lowe. “Thru Different Eyes” is scheduled |for the Capitol theatre, starting to- | night. Photographs were made of @e in- terior of the famous court, and studio carpenters and artisans reproduced the courtroom in its entirety. Jack Francis, old-time New York reporter, who reported many famous trials in general sessions, was technical super- visor and checked every detail to see that no errors were made. 2 Among famaus trials held in gen- eral sessions was that of Roland Moli- neaux, in which he was charged with Poisoning a Mrs. Rogers. Twice he was convicted and sentenced to death in the electric chair, but both time: the verdicts were set aside, and fi- nally, on his third trial, he was ac- quitted. Many persons will remember the | trial of the notorious Nan Patterson, charged with shooting Caesar Young in a hansom cab. She was acquitted at her second trial, both trials being held in general sessions. Harry Thaw staged his sensational | OUTOUR WAY ee eee ee i really is extraordinarily effective. | battles for freedom in general ses- Especially with straight black eye- ions, part I, spending nearly a mil- ara 4 ion dollars to escape paying tht death | brows and eves like Molly’ st bid: nalty for killing Stanford White,| They say Molly got more from bids famous New York architect, whom he | that year than anyone else in college. accused of wronging Evelyn Nesbit She had stepped at Princeton and before she became Thaw's wife. West Point, and had been to Dart- Lieut. Charles Becker, who became mouth Winter Carnival. But, mostly, a millionaire through police graft, was | Molly had a yen for Harvard. That tried and convicted there, with “Lefty” | was because Wells was a Harvard . “Whitey” Lewis, “Gyp the | man. : Los an? eDaperl eank: ha Jack had been working a year but east side gunmen, for the murder of | still was as poor as a church mouse. Herman Rosenthal, gambler, and all | He was coming out that afternoon to five later paid the extreme penalty in| take Molly to the president's tea... . the death chair at Sing Sing. | Heavens, what aday! A sorority It was in this same court that Abe | breakfast, a brides ” luncheon— Hummel, king of the shyster lawyers | and now the president’s tea. of New York, heard himself con-| Molly ina way pitied Cl: ia Cabot, demned to prison for faking evidence ‘getting married right on top of being in a divorce case. ‘graduated. It mst be pretty nice, None of these famous trials was | though, marrying money. Not that more dramatic than the trial of Har- | Claudia cared. She had enough of it vey Manning as enacted in “Thru herself. Wasn't it always like that? Different Eyes,” it is claimed, and cer- |—the more you had the more you got tainly none had such a sensational .... Now if only Jack had a rich | climax as occurs in this Fox movie- father or something. Or if Molly were tone production. jan heiress like Claudia Cabot. Oh, ——_—___—_ | well PALACE THEATRE, MANDAN | then Shed Another proof that the world after; Molly glanced at her watch. She all is a very small place was the fact, ; had an appointment at the Dean’s of- | that during the filming of “! ice at two-thirty Headquarters,” the latest Warner | ed toward the mirror. | Brothers’ picture starring Monte Blue | of rouge from ber line, hi | now at the Palace Theatre, Mandan. | powdered her nose thoughtful! Henry B. Walthall, a member of the | under the sun did the Dean wai Ethlyne Clair, who appears in the | lobby moment. It was crowded with leading feminine role, were born with- | girls and reeked with the sweetness bama, but that Miss Clair’s father, | ang perfumes. Molly felt a sudden Edwin Williamson, once wrote @ story | nang. After all, college had been a leading film magazine. | miss it dreadfully. “Ask Mr. Wells, if he comes before . I Whisky, Bad Temper, the maid, and waved to a group hailed her joyousl; | “Can't” she told them. “The Dean Atlanta, Ga.—(?)—Whisky and bad |—no less—is paging me. crime, says James L. Beavers, At-/A silly thing. She was, at times, ab- jlanta’s police chief who presided |surdly sentimental. Just seeing the |the International Association of Po-/| think how lonely she was going to be |lice Chiefs. | when she couldn't see them any more. jare made in the home,” the chief them with her flashing smile. “He'll be \said. “Parental neglect of the child | here any minute.” Jot the day. ‘Training of children| and down the hill, to the administra- | doubtless has more to do with the | tion office, where the Dean’s secre- any other one thing.” asked her to wait. | Persons under influence of liquor! So Molly sat at a window, watch- commit crime, he says. “Any person | across the lawn. A lovely green’ vn, who acts or talks while in a rage!smooth as velvet. It would be a mar- cast, not only discovered that he and| On the way out she ling: in a few miles of each other in Ala- of commencement offerings—flowers jof Walthall’s life which appeared in ‘home to her for four years. She would fet back, to wait for me here,” she Blamed for Crimes Hey, Molly, wait a minute.” jtempers cause much of America’s} She had a sort of lump in her throat. jover the recent convention here of | girls like that, all together, made her “Of course, many of our criminals! “Lay off my boy,” she admonished is one of the greatest police problems; And off she ran across the green making of good or bad citizens than|tary told her she was expected and jor a bad temper are ‘most likely to|ing the commencement groups drift jk will live to regret it.” jvelous place, she thought, to switch By Williams | WELL JUST BRING Them RIGHT GACW UNTIL’ L LOOK “THEM OVER! YOURE ONE’ REASON WHY SomE JUN MEN GET Rich. (“YE GODS, YOU DARENT AWE OFF YOUR HAT AROUND HERE WiTHouT MA 1S THis, ANY GOOD Amy More 2 nel hay TRL ams, © re00, ov wen eanvies, mc. 7-38) ‘) importanee.. INING. LENT EARLY &i'Stmiceh NEA Service Ine ' trains. Twenty years ago girls DID wear trains at commencement. . . Molly surveyed her knees and smiled, and pulled her skirt down as far as possible. The Dean was a little bit old-fashioned. Five minutes . There was a newspaper on the table, and Molly reached for it restlessly. It was open at the woman and she noted idly that Dr. W. something to say about the care of held, in her column, that a man could not respect a girl who indulged in promiscuous ki: She read from “Mother of Eight,” and another from “Bashful Sixteen,” and wondered if women really wrote such things. Or if the editor made them up. But she thought of a girl she knew, named Emmaline Luce, who had a baby nearly every year and raised them on “Dr. West's Words to Moth- ers. And she thought of Jack Wells, and how much she loved him. And won- dered if she, too, might marry and settle down like Emmaline and grow mediocre and dull she wouldn’t. She and Jack would be different. Different from all those commonplace couples who played bridge and listened to the radio and iped about the neighbors. Dif- ferent from all other lovers every- where... Suddenly Molly’s eyes fell on a little verse: A girl, she had her hope and chance— But Fate was thwarted by a glance, A look that set her heart afire, So genius died, for warm desire, Yet, still the phantom visions glow, Although a world will never know The Shining Talent that was dead So soon as that bright soul was wed. the flame that used to be; But always come to torture her The dreams of things that never were. So this is the song of the wife— Ah, what have I done with my life? . _ Molly read it through twice. girl, she had her hope and chance. ... A dull and stodgy wife is she...” Well, if it wasn’t for all the world like Em- maline Luce! ‘So genius died for warm desire...” Poor old Emmaline! “Yet still the phantom visions glow, Although a world will never know The Shining Talent that was dead So soon as that bright soul was wed.” 'I wonder,” mused Molly, “if there come to torture her “the dreams of things that never were.” It sounded to her as if a woman had written that verse—a woman who. | wondered what she’d done with her life. It was a disturbing little poem. “The Dean will see you now, Miss Burnham.” Molly jumped guiltily to her feet. She had torn the verse from the paper and tucked it in the powder compact of her vanity. She felt at once up- lifted and depressed. The Dean, a busy woman, wasted no time on preambles. “Ah, Miss Burnham. Sorry to have kept you waiting. Sit down, won't you? Our employment bureau has had a great many -Bpeticat lon from the graduating class, and in view of that fact, it may seem a trifle strange that I should seem to urge a position upon any of our girls. You must not think me presumptuous, Miss Burn- ham—I am quite aware that you have not entered your name among the ap- plicants for positions. But I have here a most unusual opportunity in the literary world. . lay IT ask what your plans are for the future?” a sees dicen igh Laney girl. “T—T’'m inking of gett mar- ried,” she stammered. pinks, “Indeed?” The Dean smiled polite- ly. H had not heard of your engage- ment, “No.” Molly stiffened defensively, It seemed, somehow, an indictment of Jack's success that she had not—like Claudia Cabot and the rest—been able to announce her engarement with a three-carat diamond and a lunch- con ae oe porerity, hom ae | “But Iam go’ rarried,” she added, “in the fall” “Then you wouldn't be interested,” she observed, “in the position I was about to suggest. It—it seem: shame, Miss Burnham, to neglect a shining talent like yours. We were discussing, the other evening at fac- ulty meeting, your really exquis verse. Professor Hardy was particu- larly impressed. The haunting little thing you called ‘Song of Sorrow’ was As ite touching. And your essays, reely a trace of immaturity about dl You did very well, you know, onthe Senior Pla: lowever, you know best. I would not dream of ing a career upon a young woman has chosen marriage... I wish you all the happiness in th yorld.” Molly did not know what to say. She gras the Dean's proffered han .|apathetically and felt small and significant and quite lost in the Dean’s it wondered, i he irrever- ently, if the Dean could have married i Maybe she hazarded doubtfully, “Maybe,” sl “Pil get married and write, toe.” But the other shook her i head. “Oh, no,” she said, “I think so.” “Why not?” Molly demanded. “Lets ofthe Dean shrugged. “Women with jean . “Women burning ambition,” she id “But I think Burn- ham. ly a pretty little shining talent.” “II never thought much about it,” Molly faltered, “Iknow. That is exactly the t.” The Dean stood Bp eet x love career, my ir, #l admon- ished, and her manner had become strangely gentle. “To the woman who lives in pursuit of fame, conflict is death. Single-minded she must be. All other passions must be denied— even love. As-no man can serve two masters, neither can a woman serve her heart and her mind.” “Br said I + Ten minutes . . . |i page, | J t had|marry her, and didn’t like it when|G babies in summer. And Aunt Emily | vii erminal Committees to Aid Roads in Preventing T button, and her secret-ry opened the door. “Get in touch with Miss Segal,” she commanded, “and tell her, please, | Bob that I should like to see her immedi- ately.” Molly knew that Berta Segal, ‘was the most brilliant girl in her c’ was about to be offered “‘a most un- usual opportunity in the literary world.” Berta Segal sent neat little essays to the better m: they were occasionally accepted. She lso—since the better magazines did ys pay so well—sold lesser stuff to the Sui ipplements. With all her he lolly suddenly Berta Se who had dark, greasy hair. And also the Dean, who offered a girl a marvelous opportun- silver platter and then snatched it away. Fer a moment she almost hated k, who hadn’t enough i:oney to she wrote things about passion and ins... . Jack wa ark ol ioned, really. And probably the Dean thought her a silly little fool now... » Molly kicked at the little painted aah that said “ se,” and walk deliberately ac: her high heels in the fiantly. She felt not at all as an engaged girl should feel. Particular- ly an engaged girl on her way to meet her fiancee. She felt, in fact, as if she were getting very much mall end of things. As if, indeed, she were being sorely cheated. Which wasn’t, of course, the proper frame of mind for graduate contemplat- ee All the girls thought her Jack was Perfectly stunning. And, afte: |, a irl can’t have everything. Claudia abot might be marrying a million land all that—but ly knew that Dick Godfrey has a cleft-palate and a perfectly rotten disposition. There really wasn’t a boy anywhere Seong el touch Jack sin looks. He , as they say, everytl Fated thing, that %, but money. He was six feet one. In his stocking feet, as Molly used to add. And his hair had the most adorable wave. It was dark hair, and he had eyes t: match. Sort of laughing eyes, they were. his chin was one of those dreadfu! determined things. thought she was go’ to get away ‘with murder—just looking at his e: —she had only to consider that chin of his and change her mind. Like Gibraltar, Molly said it was. “If only,” she was thinking at the ee ie wasn’t so darn stub- rn She opened her vanity and unfolded the torn clipping. “He'll have a fit,” she mused, “but he can’t expect me to sit around with my hands folded for the next "oud Then she read the little verse aloud. And a frightened squirrel forgot to bury whatever it was he was burying land scampered away like mad, she was so dramatic about it. . But of course | i “So this,” she declaimed, throwing | ga her arms wide— ed | be the thrilli ing | be my maid of honor, Molly. Then I'll Claudia who was marrying him to- morrow. And Bob—well, of course, s awfully nice and all that. But there he was, oe and crabbing, just because Rita was a few minutes late. He wasn’t a bit food looking either, with th.se wishy blue eyes—and big, thick glasses.... No use talking—Jack certainly was the best looking man at Commencement. was engulfed in one of those nice, benevolent feelings. an “Hello, darlin’.” H ELF Littell him heppily. our little senior? yer¥ou bet,” He assured he~ “Love your little draftsman?” . She kissed him swiftly, drawing his head down with a sudden sweep of her arms, “Better get married,” advised Dick jodfrey. “Better not,” counseled Bob New- ton. “Why not stay in love?” Claudia threw her arms violently around Molly. “Oh, Molly!” she squealed. “Let’s have a double wedding! Wouldn’t that it thing, kids! You “Love be your matron. And you can wear my wedding veil and art Gee, Molly, wouldn’s that be just knock- out?” Claudia was dancing up and down. “Everything’s all set,” she pro- claimed. “Decorations. Choir. Min- ister. Everything. Yor can have my bridesmaids, honey, and we'll just call up the Ritz some more place: Molly looked at Jack. He was grin- bag ene Ja ‘Molly, are you crazy?” He frowned on her enthusiasm. “We're no blooming millionaires, you now, honey. Just a poor young couple trying to get along.” “Yeah?” taunted Bob Newton. “And the first hundred years are the hard- es ita laughed nervously. “Next year,” she predicted gaily, “we'll all be married. Won't we, Bob? You andme. And Molly and Jack.... And Claudia and Dick will be coming home from Paris for the weddings.” “Why wait?” demanded Claudia. “Why starve?” Bob countzred ir- ‘itably. “Little Sunshine!” she chided. “What you need is a sandwich.” “What I need,” he told her coolly, “is a box of asperin. Of all the fool parte to drag a man, this blooming en party is the worst!” “My sweetheart!” Rita cooed am- iably. “Hasn't he just the sweetest ti ‘position, girls and boys?” “Come on down to the lake,” sug- sted Molly, “and date up a canoe or tonight.” “Who wants to go canoeing when eee can get married?” demanded ic] “pia made a face, and pouted ly. “I can’t get married today. My . “So this is the song of the wife— Ah, what have I done with my life?” And she repeated softly, “A gi she had her hope pad chance dull and stodgy is sl As she approached the doi ory she saw Jack talking to Claudia Ca- bot on the steps. “T’ll sneak in the back cided, “and powder my nose. But once in her room her nose for the mome: again the bit of de I that was des- tined to influence all her life. When she had finished she stuck it in the mirror with a safety pin. “Nice little verse,” she ayeroved: “Make Molly a rt girl.’ Then she her nose and rouged her lips and wafted the clip- ping an airy kiss, “No humdrum life for me,” she vowed. “Not until I've had my fling!” Then she dashed downstairs to meet Jack. Dick Godfrey, Claudia’s fian- ce, had arrived meantime, and Rita Melnotte’s boy, Bob Newton. Dick was all right—and he had oodles of money—but Molly was glad it was ACROSS 1. Gave toca © 2 Ev lalx | aly Oogo 1$ 16 [ie] goog lala lulea gwoooo no od OBUONH -lolalel gu00 els ialal (s]areie] “a a8. Nou OOO Noow anouu pelelale) QUMO'4 “ a oe sweetie won't let me.” oe 8 She slipped her hand through Jack's nM ‘and. they ‘fhuntered toward the se, She pointed to, a bit,of green that dotted he sparkling ‘bios; oWell, they say that any girl that takes a man there is sure to get a proposal. You paddle out, and draw your canoe upon the bank. And _ nobody ever comes to bother you. The girls are awfully chivalrous about it. There i. ’t a kid in college would trespass for the world, if there was some other girl on the beach waiting for a pro- posal. As soon as you get one, you withdraw. That's etiquet, you see. Solution of Yesterday's Puzzie OGg0 ONOG0 ogoon OOO00 woo OAS NO And it gives some other girl a chance.” Jack laughed. “And you're going to take me there?” he bantered. “Don’t you consider yourself engaged now, Bi lady?” “Well, kind of,” she admitted. “Only I’m awful shameless, Jack. Iwant get married.” “On $1500 a year!” he exclaimed. “You don’t know what you're talking *PaWellt Molly giggled, “we'll go out ‘cll, Molly giggied, we ll go out there anyhow pe see what happens.” i ouo CICILY a WO ONG ig lls iG} OoOm Oa Let IF TEIR) on, oooo IE IAITIS! or, i FERS SFSe p= th over the year sélar noo nogaeao @rgong JLITILIED Molly’s heart beat warmly, and she |4 raffic Jams There was a moon that night. 4 little bit of baby moon, that threw a dim and silvery light. And there were a lot of fireflies that sparkled with 10,000 tiny golden lights. The astronomy professor looked at the heavens and remarked, “A perfect night to study the stars.” jut the professor was getting =',, It was, pre-eminently,: a night for love, E Jack and Molly paddled about until it was dark, eating sandwiches and pleying Molly’s small phonograph. folly even took a book from the Pic- nic basket and read some of Oscar Wilde’s verse. By time it was dark, and they drifted into the shadows that hugged the ‘mossy jo use trying to get ashore,” Moll decreed. “That place is dated up for a week.” Jack drew the paddle into the canoe and lay down beside her. He put his arm beneath her head and they lay quietly, studying the stars. “A student of astronomy commit- ted suicide,” remarked Jack. “And before he died he wrote a letter e:ding with this quotation: ‘What is it all but the trouble of ants, In the light of a million, million suns?’ “Every time I see a heaven full of stars I think of it. Don’t they make you feel fearfully small and unimpor- tant, dear? And as if your finest dreams and deepest sorrows were i significant as the frettings of ants + ‘in the light of a million, million ins?” “Oh, no,” she said. “I don’t like feeling small. I'd lots rther feel im. Geend You know that grand thing merson wrote: “T am the owner of the sphere, Of the seven stars and the Of Caesar’s hand, and Plato's brain, Of Lord Christ’ rt, and Shakes- Peare’s strain. Jack laughed. “Feel pretty speci. don’t you?” he tensed.” toa ol Me juggled closer. “Well,” she confessed, “sometimes I get off ona grand strain here's, no holding me. I think I'd a to be ora playwri may- Or a poet, like Ea He ent ind write verse that sings and : ” he asked, “and who's going to drop my eggs and broil my bacon, while you're writing this stuff a sings ~ atone 7 lolly pus! im away and held h Tete hi doy edeot ty a at’s jus she sai - sidered the stars solemnly. “Being a Poor man’s wife might cramp my style, mightn’t it? Frying bacon is fearfully di ‘Dearest!” . . . Jack-put his lips against the fragrance of her hair. “You didn’t mean that, Molly? Teli me you didn’t mean it, Sweetheart.” She raised her arms then, and flung them about his neck. “Oh, Jack, Jack!” she cried. “Marry me tomorrow, darling, and I'll never, never talk that way again! I don't care, dearest, HOW poor we are.” (To Be Continued) Fabulous Gold Riches Tempts Miami to Dig Miami, Fla., July 22—()—A gold rush is in progress on a vacant lot in Miami where excavation machinery has been installed to dig for a fabu- lous amount of gold believed to have been buried 300 years ago. Visiting the scene of the rush has a Without Surgery Write for FREE Book