The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 19, 1929, Page 2

United "THIS COUNTRY USES 60. OF 0 990,304 PHONES OVER GLOBE ‘Germany Second in Number but Far Behind; New York Al- most Equals Britain “TALKS HERE RUN TO 224.7 “Canada Next in Use; Argentina * Leads South America in Fa- cilities; Japan Leads Asia Bismarck telephones are a small portion of the world’s total, according to F. H. Waldo, district manager of the Northwestern Bell company here. The world total was 30.990.304 on * January 1, 1928, the latest statistics show, and of these the Uni > possessed 18,522,767, or 60 pcr cent of ~ this aggregate. Furope at the ne time 8623407 telephones, which ts less| than half the number in the United States and about 28 per cent of the * world’s total. » The remaining 12 per cent of tele phones were distributed widely «throughout the rest of the world. Dur- Jing 1927 the total number of tele- phones increased by 1,583,743. Of this “increase about one-half resulted from Tithe net number of telephones added *curing the year in the United States be 1c. These figures have becn taken from | ta recently published compilation of “telephone statistics of the world. Tho| ‘time element involved in stcuring Sauthoritative data from the more ¢ ‘tant countries has made it impossible tto get strictly comparable figures = lq later date than January 1, 1928. U. S, Leads in Phone Development Sixty-nine per cent of the tele- Sphones in the world are under private | *ewnership. The United States, where | Tali telephone service is operated by | Sprivate companies, is the leading | tcountry in the world not only in ab- “solute number of telephones but in *yelative telephone development as} well, with 15.8 telephones for each 100) j bl le. This is nearly 10 times as tpuany telephones per 100 population as “there were in Europe, or in the world the jen country which was close -to the United States in point of tele- | iphone density was Canada with 13.2 Zfelephones per 100 of its inhabitant “New Zealand came third with 10. fol- Slowed by Denmark with 9.3, Sweden Swith 7.7, and Australia with 7.2 tele- phones per 100 population. In Canada 382 per cent and in Denmarck 96 per ‘cent of the telephones are under pri-| Svate ownership and operation. : Germany Ranks Second > Germany ranks second to the United ‘States in absolute number of telephones, but nevertheless has only 4.4 telephones per 100 population. In Great Britain and France the number ‘of telephones in relation to popula- ‘tion is even smaller than in Germany. From the standpoint of telephone fa- ‘cilities the best-developed country in ‘Bouth America is Argentina, which thas 2.2 telephones per 100 popula- tion—a density equal to that of “Prance. Japan leads the Asiatic countries in telephone density, but has only 1.2 telephones per 100 people. ‘America is outstanding in the ex- tent to which telephone facilities have been provided for the small towns and rural districts. The United States has 12.2 telephones per 100 inhab- itants in communities of less than 50,000 population, which is greater than the total telephone density of any other country with the single c of Canada. In fact, the people in smaller communities of this country are more fully provided with telephones than are the inhabitants of most of the large cities of Europe. New York Almost Equals Britain Despite this wide diffusion of tcle- o—. ‘Temperature at 7 a. m. . 6 Highest yesterday . 90 Lowest last night . 64 Precipitation to 7 a. m. 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There were 224.7 telcphonc conversations per capita in this country in 1927, while Canada with 221.5 was the only other country with over 200 telephone con- versations per capita. The Scandina- vian countries ranked highest in the use of the telephone among European nations, but Denmark, which reported the greatest usc, had only 136.8 con- Among the leading European powers Germany: reported but 35.5 telephone conversa- tions per capita as compared with 28.6 and 17.2 for Great Britain and France, respectively. Thus Americans make six times more use of their telephone system than do the Germans, almost eight times more than the British, and 13 times more than the French. ed peeling potatoes. skins that came off those murphys I peeled end to end they would reach from here to San Francisco. I told pace Spuds that, and he said, “Yes. Potato left on those peelings to feed all of the people along the way, side for you. and set tables.” you beat it, Sis? When I got in there two kids had a big long string from |one end of the mess hall to the other, jand with that they lined up the | Plates, cups, and all the tools. It seemed nutty to me, but the place looked like a million dollars when we finished. August’ 18, 1929, They got me at last! I thought I was going to get through the camp without doing kitchen po- lice—K. P. for short—but the powers that be have learned theirs alphabet | yesterday j John William Magee got his. “Details for tomorrow—K. P.—John William That's what I saw on the bulletin board on Saturday, and bright and carly I reported to SIDE OF TH TABUL STEP WT OFF AGIN phone facilities in the United States, | Sergeant Spuds at the mess hall. the superiority of American over for-j| eign cities in extent of telephone service is striking. The number of telephones in the larger American cities is more nearly commensurate | with the total number of telephones ; |in foreign countries than it is with! the telephones in individual cities abroad. New York city, for instance, | had nearly as many telephones as Great Britain, and more than half} the number of telephones in Germany. | Chicago had more telephones than all representative American cities of more than 200,000 population had an average develop- ment of 26.7 telephones per 100 popu- | lation, while only four large German} cities had more than 10, and most of British cities less than 5 tele- ts, | Phones per 100 population. First thing we had to do was put the breakfast on the tables, tables to load. That wasn't bad, be- cause I got an orange into each trousers pocket when I was putting those weather cye on Sergeant Spuds I managed to pop a pork sausage or two into my mouth. The boys came in and the fun began. Believe me, Sis, I'm not the only hungry one in this camp. “K. P.—K. P.—Hey, Buck! More bread! flakes! Sausage—pork sausage! Here, this dish is empty, too.” that K. P. job for a week I would be in condition for Cash and Carry Pyle’s next bunion derby. came off K. P. the other day he said, “Oy K. Ps.” I do now. I had two around and by keeping a Get us some corn If I had ‘When Moe Roller skates it should be for I didn't get him then, but ‘Well, the boys all got enough and then the K. P. s tuned up for break- fast. the K. P.s get plenty to eat they will work well. petite by pinching from the dishes I brought in before, but I did the breakfast justice. And after break- fast there was no Mother nor Sister Sue here to ash the dishes, “Police” in the army means “clean up,” and therefore, from the ancient Greek we get “kitchen police,” or “clean up the kitchen.” And clean the dishes, table, floors—everything but the stoves and the cooks’ teeth and fingernails, The cooks clean those. Sergeant Spuds believes that if I kind of spoiled my ap- We finished that, and then I start- If you laid the And if we did, there is enough In- Can This afternoon I pecled onions. I don't want to see another onion as long as I live. I was peeling away, tears streaming down my face, when the chaplain passed the kitchen win- dow. “Homesick?” he says. “No, sir.” “Well, what in the world is wrong with you?” “Onions,” sir. Onions.” Weil, the K. P. is over and believe me, I saw all the chow today that I wanted to see. Your loving brother, BUCK. MA, HE CHEATS ! TAKE AHALF OF THE TABLE To CLEAR AND HE NUDGES TAINGS OVER ONTO MY SIDE. ONTO MY" WE AGREED “To EACH I CAUGHT HIM TRYIN! T! NUDGE, THAT SALT SHAKER THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, MONDAY, AUGUST 19, 1929 ‘reatest Telephone Nation in World in All Ways The LLB 4 J THIS HAS HAPPENED MOLLY BURNHAM, misquoted by reporters is in all kinds of trouble. With the premiere of her startling play, “The Death of Delphine Darrows.” Molly has ac- quired national fame. Newspaper people, clamoring for news, de- cide that she is in love with RED FLYNN, a police court reporter and co-author of her play. They write a story to that effect, an- “icipating an early marriage. As a matter of fact, Molly is in love—not with Red—but with JACK WELLS, a poor young architect. Jack reads the stories that presupposes Red to be the lucky man, and is furiously hurt and angry. Molly, before she has seen the papers, telephones to ask him to take her to luncheon. He retorts that she has made a fool of him long enough, and hangs up the receiver. Then Red Flynn telephones from Bosten. Red has seen the papers, too, and he is also upset. He begs Molly to be discreet and says he is writing her. “Don't do anything,” he begs, “until you've heard from me.” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXV Red had written from his desk in the press room at the court house, on the typewriter that had no cap- ital M. And he had written hurriedly, and in excitement. Red always used dashes when he was tearing off a good story. And then it had to be re-written in the office, because they couldn't use a story full of —s in the paper. The moment Molly glanced at it, she knew that he was in one of his excitable mood: “Dear molly,” he began, “maybe you think I acted pretty strange over the phone just now—but that’s because you haven't any idea of what I'm up against. I guess you know, molly, that I've been crazy about you ever since you knocked ‘Wharton for a row of goals—I guess you know, too, that people are always falling in love with you. It isn't fair to be as beautiful as you are—what I'm trying to say is I fell like a load of bricks the minute I laid eyes on you—but you know, molly, I never made love to you. “You told me about Jack Wells— and how you were more or less cn- gaged. And perhaps you think that's why I never did—but I'm not that kind of a chivalrous bird. molly. If T'd been in @ position to try to make you love me, it wouldn't have made any difference that some other man thought he had first rights. “Ever since I've known you, I've fought with my love. Every time you ever touched my hand, I'd want to take you in my arms—and hold you tight—and kiss you. “Remember the night you asked me if I had my sweetheart’s picture in the back of my watch? And I said “Yes'—and showed it to you? And you said, ‘Why it’s your mother, Red.’ “Well, I suppose I might have told you then that my mother is an in- valid—that she hasn't been out of a wheel chair hardly since I was born— only I didn't. want you to think I was looking for sympathy, or anything like that. If I was to get married, my mother would just about die, molly. My father died when I was in high school, and then I started taking care of mother. I guess being an invalid is enough to make any woman jealous— anyhow there's no use talking about it. When a woman's helpless, you om blame her for being unreason- able. “That's why the stories in the Papers got on my nerves. They'll kill my mother, if she sees them. That. -—but it’s the dear, why I acted the way I did—and you know, too, something I never meant to tell you. You know that I love you—and I guess maybe you'll forgive me for | telling you so. Red.” ** * Molly sat for a long time with the letter in her hand. So Red had fallen in love with her. And he had meant that she should never know. Poor, dear Red! She shuffled the sheets of his let- By Williams | TALENT ELEANOR EARLY 18:'22Fha Ne = Solution of Yesterday's Puzzle 18. im 0 less HIOlT] {ter together, folded them, and put them back in the envelope. Then she opened her bag, and slipped the en- AIT IOIN| LINIG! velope beneath a pile of lingerie. She mn ey It was too bad about Mrs. Flynn. ite oJ t But she must be a very selfish wom- an. And Red, of course, was a dear. There weren’t many sons who would sacrifice their whole lives for their mothers. Red would make a wonderful hus- band, too. He was so generous, and he had a wonderful disposition. Not a bit like Jack, who was usually dreadfully serious. Molly thought of something a girl at college used to say. Elizabeth Parker was her name. “If they can make me laugh, they can make me love ‘em”—and then Elizabeth would fall for any man with @ snappy line and a lot of wisecracks ... Well, Red was good company, and he certainly was interesting. Prob- ably some day he'd fall so hard for a girl that he would forget all about his mother. Red was homely, but he was what Molly called “nice homely.” He prob- ably wouldn't ever carn very much money, but he was the sort of person you could have a good time with if nh jidn't have a quarter. Jack of course was different. He was always serious about money. Being broke was a tragedy with him, while it was only a joke for Red. Molly sighed. And reaching for the phone dictated a telegram to Red: “TERRIBLY SORRY ABOUT EVERYTHING. DON'T WORRY WILL SEE THAT RUMOR DIES THANK YOU FOR YOUR LET- TER PLEASE BELIEVE I SYM- PATHIZE AND UNDERSTAND WILL WRITE LATER Gre 31. Yellow 3%. G Slamberer an ow! Kine of reek 3%. Entreat 3%. Hotel mh High singing yolee ' 3%. Emperors DOWN 1. Off: Scot “MOLLY.” She was not, she decided, in any frame of mind to write the tactful answer that Red's letter warranted. She must think of tender, under- Standing things to say. Now she would dash off, instead, a letter to Jack. Tomorrow she would write Red. She pulled out a little gilded chair and sat the Marie Antoinette desk. “Dear Jack,” she wrote, and sat for 2 moment, biting the end of her pen, considering. “Direct, and to the point,” she de- cided. “And a little reticent, be- cause it doesn’t pay to be too eager ».. “Dear Jack, I'm sorry you wouldn't listen to me, or let me ¢x- plain. The stories in the paper were entirely without foundation. I love you as much as I ever did. I'm going to Boston, and you can reach me there, if you wish.” She read it over and concluded that it was both dignified and discreet. Now he could interpret the degree of her love in whatever terms he chose. If he wanted to think she preferred a carecr to marriage, he would probably continue his stubborn tactics. If he appreciated her love, he would ask her now to marry him. If he wanted to see her, he could reach her in Boston. book, and a few other things. But| loving everything will have to wait. I’m go- ing to get together what money I can| —I guess I can get an advance on royalties. And I’m sailing straight for Naples.” ‘Lucky girl!” applauded Miss Aus- tin. “And thanks for seeing me, Miss Burnham. I'll just write a couple of sticks, and kill that engagement A few hours later she telephoned from her office. “Mary Austin again. Say, there = lived.” Rita. area cone of idee ee oe wishing m an; luck, I recl She had made a mistake, she de-|oned you'd be tad to know you've cided, in urging and begging. She/ lost your place on the front page. was acting like an idiot to telephone, | Lindy’s looking for them, and when he made it so evident that he| we'll be leading with that in the did not want to sec her. And it would | morning.” be absolutely crazy to stay any longer in New York, in the vain hope that he would come to her. Let him do the pursuing for a change! She sealed the letter, and thumped it de: with her fist. She won- dered wh¥ she felt so much like cry- ing. Why she felt so lonesome, when all the papers said she was the clev- erest, prettiest girl in New York. Why it was that Red was eating his heart out for her in Boston. And Jack wouldn't even take her to luncheon in New York. Why her mother was pro- vincial. And her father hen-pecked. And Rita sick. And Ruth dead. And the world all wrong with the author of the hit of Broadway. “Oh dear!” she sighed . .. and then the telephone rang. “Miss Burnham?” an eager voice inquired. “Oh, Miss Burnham, my name is Mary Austin, and I'm on the Herald. I know you said you wouldn't see any more reporters today. But this is my first assignment, and you've no idea how much it means to me. I'm afraid I'll be fired if I fall down on it.’ Molly laughed. She had used the same plea herself; and she knew other girls who had. It was in fact, @ venerable scheme, and often used by the old-timers. “I'd hate to get you fired,” she an- swered. “Come uj When Miss Austin presented her- mated ‘The New York press thereafter rele- cough.” gated Molly to an inside page. But Boston welcomed her home with headlines. And when she arrived at college for commencement, the stu- dents met her at the station with a brass band. She and Rita went to the garden Party together. And. as they sipped pink lemonade and nibbled jelly sand- | T@Y- wiches, Molly looked at the gay young things all about her, and thought of what Red had said that day on the beach at Don Ce-Sar. “The young out of the nest,” Red had said. “Ready to hunt for their foragers.” There were young men about, and many of the girls were affecting loll; that they laid their snares for forag- ers. Some of them were engaged. They wore diamonds on their left hands, and they took the arms of their escorts with a proprietary air. “But, “Oh, periori “Thank heaven,” exclaimed Molly, “I can earn my own living. And the sought self, Molly was not surprised to see a If-possessed young woman of un- questionable experience. “I knew it!” she declared, laughing good naturedly. “I've pulled the same Le ce i ay Hl i Z : i i g $ 1s rial hats He ig AFUE i ? 4 Ese i E, 5 435 Pee “your mother never i alole Me IRIAI BEASTS Ss Rt BISMMAIPIPlolsit izle]. SITIO IAMMSILItTiSMaaM IS INIAIG/s MAINS! was sorry for Red with all her heart, 4 aaa an t af. Unknit 2, Smooth: comb, 13. Winter ves form hieles “Why of course clared Molly warmly, because she’s yours, Rita, if she was the homeliest little thing that ever protested i E it Fi i 4 i i33 bs iY he § ; E ! | ; | Plt] ss. Pe IN} * . “Oh, she's beautiful,” larea against irewlar 10 cons tinaally takes 41. Month ofthe gts get back. I've been asked to write a/ voice, and Deo aneceut couldn't help “Absolutely beautiful. conversation. ° Molly. told Bob or anyone. ding myself that I wasn’t getting any worse. Then I began feeling By and by Rita was born. getting worse ai “Last week I went to see the doctor Rita laughed unpleasantly. “Tobacco won't hurt me any,” she declared. Then nervously, she scuffed out the cigaret she had just lighted. “It’s t. b.” she said abruptly. “That's why I wanted to see you. “A couple of years ago I had an X- The doctor said if I stayed in bed, I might be able to arrest it. lord, who wants to stay in bed! no fun living, if you have to be care- ful all the time. “So I kept on working, and I never I couldn't,” de- “T'd_love her murmured People stop on the street to look at her, Molly—perfect. strangers.” Other girls came then to join them, and they were not alone again until that evening in Rita’s apartment. The baby, soft and pink and beautiful, slept rosily in her small pink Bob had come home for dinner, but left shortly afterward to keep an appointment with a client. Rita was smoking cigarets and making ani- bed. “You oughtn’t to smoke s0 much,” “It makes you And I was kid- better. started It’s in the other lung now. no, he's not wrong. Horrified, Molly looked at her. , darling, have you been to only one doctor? Maybe he's sige “rays But it's about my baby When I die Molly's eyes. no use ‘The bomb shell launched, Rita rs anyone else,” she continued. “Bob couldn't. just helpless, He can’t help it. I don’t I shouldn't have mar- Ha F 33 af BE nee & i ie il i i 5 g 3 E 5 = 2 I L i i i i i 5 i i ! : i i i E : E Hi 5 3 é i £ f 2 8 i) 3 is ef + E i a G i if Ba t ip gi i : i i Hi F dvead- mother stuff than you do, Molly. I know what it means to have a child. If I should live to grow old, and see my daughter turn away from me, as you've turned from your mother, Swear I’d rather die than chance it.” “But I didn’t turn away from her!” protested Molly. “You know perfect- ly well, Rita Melnotte, that if she were a Parent, she'd be proud of me, instead of despising me.” Rita smiled. “Parents are old- fashioned, sha declared. “You'd ci me modern, wouldn't you? Well, be sorry if Rita, when she war ~_ should turn her adolescent attention tocrime. You were pretty young, you know, when you got through college. toa understand the way your mother feels.” ‘Oh, all right,” interrupted Molly. “Have it your own way. I'm a be and ungrateful child. And my poor mother is simply pining for love and attention. Well, I'll her to go abroad with me then. I'll tell her I'd rather go with her than any- one. And we'll see what she has to ‘Fine!’ Rita approved. “Of course she'll go, and she'll be tickled to death.” eee But Rita was wrong. A few days later Mrs. Burnham’s reply to Molly's warm invitation arrived. “Dear Daugher,” she wrote. ‘You are @ generous girl, and I re- gret that I cannot accept your kind invitation. It would, however, be im- Possible for me to share the mone- tary gains of a vulgar play. “God's ways are strange, and Past all understanding. For 30 years your father—a good, God-fearing man— has labored to provide life's necessi- tles for his family. Yet we are still Poor people. While, almost over night, cur daughter acquires riches as though with a fairy wand. Oh my dear child, if you had only turned your talents in some other direction . . .” There was more. But Molly scarcely read it. It was all alike. On Wednesday night the crowd in the office gave her a party, and a fitted traveling bag. Red made the Presentation, and acted quite as though nothing had happened. His farewell kiss was so casual that Molly wondered if his gayety actually covered a breaking heart. She sailed from New York, and ex- Pected Jack to be at the boat to say Goodby. He must have known she Was sailing, because it was in the Papers. Mr. and Mrs. Durbin were or and most of the cast from the ye The twin beds in Molly's cabin were piled high with baskets of fruit and long boxes of flowers. And there were Many gifts—books, and a traveling Case, and a small writing cabinet. She opened them all hurriedly, looking for something from Jack ‘With @ great bunch of Parma violets she found his card, and with it a book of Oscar Wilde's love verse—a slim, small volume, bound in violet vellum. It was the same book from which they had read together on the lake, during the mad, lovely days of their courtship. Jack had it re-bound in her favorite color, with her name etched in slender golden letters. She found the marked passages they had read together, and her eyes filled with tears, and her heart with longing. ‘There was one verse heavily pen- ciled. It had not been marked before, so Jack must have marked it for her to read. And was it: “But surely it is something to have been The best beloved for a little while, To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen His purple wings flit once across thy smile.” e x ee Adorable idiot! She ran out to find the wireless office, and sent him a elirious 2 radiogram. “YOU ARE DREADFULLY DUMB BUT STILL BEST BELOVED HOTEL EXCELSIOR ROME.” The trip over was delightful, but uneventful. There were princesses aboard, and countesses, and any num- ber of dukes. They traveled with maids and various servants. And the women looked weary and tired, and wore countless jewels with supreme indifference. The Conte Biancamano was a floating palace, and presently Moily began to feel as if she had been born to a life of case and luxury. Her bath was bigger than her own kitchenette Til use him in a story sometime,” she decided.