The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, May 7, 1930, Page 6

t } THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, WEDNESDAY, MAY 7, 1930 The Bismarck Tribune An independent Newspaper THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER é (Bstablished 1873) Published by the Bismarck Tribune Company, Bis- N D.. and entered at the postoffice at Bismarcs clase mai) matter. D. Mann ...... «President end Publishes Subscription Rates Payable in Advance- r Daily by carrier, per year ......... 87.20 Datly by mail, per year (in Bismarck! 1.20 Daily by mail, per year, (in state, outside Bismarck) ..... 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota 6.00 mail, in state, per year ..... mail, in state, three years for mail, outside of North Dakota, 1.00 2.50 ‘fi EEE ggg Member of The Associated Press The Associated Press 1s exclusively entitled to the use not otherwise credited in this newspaper and also the local news of spontaneous origin published herein. Al) tights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER & LEVINGS (Incorporated) ‘merly G. Logan Payne Co. K Fort CHICAGO NEW YOR! BOSTON English Idleness More Menacing England's unemployment problem has some of the as- pects of the problem of farm relief in this country. It threatens to get worse before it can better itself. Word from London is to the effect that J. H. Thomas, minister of unemployment, looks for vast additional numbers of workers to be thrown idle before this titanic problem can be solved by any nation-wide policy of rationaliza- tion. The rationalization program in general is of a reor- ganizing character for industries. Some will have to merge, but not all. What has been accomplished in suc- cessful industry in other countries, notably in the Unit- ed States, is to be adapted, with regard for English tra- dition. There is to be a great stirring of dry bones, but the bones are to be duly respected with it all. Dallying with the old order when all signs plainly pointed to the need of casting loose and embarking on a new one has been a costly lesson to England. It has cost in money and in debilitated morale. England doesn't seem any more to be as it was. Its prestige and author- ity.and discipline have broken down, sapped by the com- munism that has been injected into the national life stream. This communism has mainly been in the form of relief schemes. England has resorted to the economic system of mendicancy, in fact, under the sugar-coated designation of doles. Not that there was any desire to become communistic. England was driven to this make- shift policy by dire and pressing need which it did not have the quick wisdom to solve and to which it was chained by conservatism and the burden of after-war problems. According to figures, by Minister Thomas, during its last two years of office the Tory government sanctioned an expenditure of $50,000,000 for relief schemes, while within the coming two months the Laborites will have sanctioned the colossal sum of $500,000,000 on similar schemes. Engineers, boilermakers and other skilled laborers must. be given employment at their own trades, Minister ‘Thomas says, as @ step in bettering employment, pointing out that it was not a solution to give them jobs merely building roads and bridges. Referring pointedly to unemployment in the United States, Germany and Italy, he declared that the protec- tionist policy was no solution. The main causes of the situation are the war, lack of trade with China and, un- til recently, the oversupply of raw materials to Russia. First Peace Zep Greets London ‘The wide extent of pation of war hatreds was strikingly exemplified in the recent flight over London of the Graf Zeppelin dirigible. The short memory with which most mortals are endowed is getting in its work in England as far as war emotions survive. Londoners no longer react to the big airships from Germany as they did in the latter part of the great world conflict. It so happened that the Graf Zeppelin appeared over London on the anniversary of the very worst of the many Zeppelin raids that London experienced during the war. Furthermore, the Graf Zeppelin was the first German airship to fly over the British capital since the war. The English had not seen a Zeppelin for nearly 12 years; and the last ones they had seen had given them death and destruction. Those Zeppelin raids were dread- ful things. Twelve years are not a very long time, The Londoners surely could have been forgiven if they had greeted the Graf Zeppelin with a stony, hostile silence. But they didn’t. They cheered. They were glad to see it. Not one spark of the old enmity flared up into flame. People’s memories, after all, are rather short; and— let it be repeated—It is a.good thing for all of us that this is so. Human stupidity, greed and jealousy have brought some terrible troubles down on humanity's head. Wars, revolutions, riots and invasions dot the pages of history pretty thickly, right from the beginning. Men do fright- ful things to one another every now and then, But they don’t remember them long. Hence they are able to make up afterward. Perhaps you can remember the feeling of war days. Germany was to be an “outcast” nation forevermore, Business men were agreeing never, never to trade with Germans again. The misery and tragedy of the World war were to be held against Germany forever. Somehow all of those dire threats have broken down— fortunately.. We are rapidly working our way back to- ward friendship, A German Zeppelin can fly over Lon- don and receive cheers instead of bullets. No matter how badly they are hurt, people will always forget about it sooner than you would think. There wouldn't be much hope of progress if this were not so. The Pilot’s Day in the Air The airplane has come to hold the place of glamour in the range of the adventurously inclined temperament. Give people occasion to express their preference in the achievement by the great men of the day, and it is Probable that there would be a unanimous admission of envy to have accomplished the great flight across the Atlantic by Lindbergh above all other notable deeds by ‘whomsoever. Mark Twain remarked, in “Life on the Mississippi,” that every small boy in a river town in the old days had but one ainbition—to grow up and become a pilot of a river steamer. ‘It was not only because the river pilot, in that era, occupied a position in the top strata of riverside society. He had, in addition, the glamour that goes to a man who is master of a difficult, picturesque and sometimes dan- gerous calling. He was an expert, almost an artist, in charge of a great mass of machinery, and his position tn the public eye was enhanced accordingly. Since Mark Twain's day the glamour of the river pilot has faded. For a long time, doubtless, the railroad en- gineer took his place; indeed, even today there is a thrill to the sight of a huge locomotive that must fill vast numbers of youngsters with a burning ambition to be- come engineers when they grow up. But this modern age, if it has done nothing else, has at least furnished the small boy with an idol more dazzling and exciting than anything any former age could give. The present era has produced the airplane pilot; and if you doubt that this personage is fit to put dreams and desires in the breasts of youngsters, just visit the Bis- marck airport and watch the planes and the flyers come and go, study the matter and be convinced. In the first place, there is nothing anywhere more supremely lovely and inspiring than an airplane in the air. The designers nowadays, just to make things better, have taken to painting their planes in gay colors; and when a red-cabined bird with bright yellow wings soars up from a smooth green field, poises itself against the blue sky and then scuds off to vanish in the haze over the horizon—well, the onlooker has seen something as fine as the twentieth century can furnish. But it is not the airplane, after all, that really ap- peals to the small boy. It is the pilot. ‘The average airplane pilot, in fact, is about as pre- possessing a person as you will meet anywhere. He has no swagger, no blatancy, no self-assertion, as so many of small-boydom’s idols have; instead he is generally quiet, soft-spoken, reticent, even shy. But he has a look in Jhis cye and a sct to his shoulders that are priceless. In his. daily work he leaves the earth behind him and out-sails the birds. He trusts his life, every day, to his own skill with @ cool confidence. He has a magnificent skill and a courage so calm that it usually goes unnoticed. Was there ever a person more made to order for the day-dreams of adventurous boys? If this mechanical age has done nothing else, it has at least given the small boy an idol that is worthy of him. The World Tax on Wheat (Northwestern Miller) The extent to which importing countries of Europe are resisting importations of wheat through steadily rising duties is insufficiently appreciated in this country. Brit- ain, Norway, Denmark and the Netherlands now stand alone in permitting free importation of wheat and flour. Everywhere else the tariff walls are being raised higher and higher, in nearly every case with discriminatory duties so arranged as to favor the importation of the world’s cheapest wheat over flour of any sort. ‘The following table shows the rates of duty now applied by principal importing countries of the continent, the figures on both wheat and flour being reduced to cents per bushel of sixty pounds: Cents per 60 pounds Wheat, Flour Holland . Free Belgium . 3.0460 “Germany 120.2844 France ... 105.4128 Switzerland 23.7893 Italy ....... . 106.1451 ‘According to latest advices from Germany, intport duty on wheat was in all probability to be increased to 78.0223c on April 1; wheat flour probably to be increased proportionally. In some of these countries, notably in Germany and France, regulations are such that the poorer domestic wheats can be exported and duties recovered, so that the effect is to exchange undesirable home grown grain for the requisite supplies of stronger wheats from else- where in the world. To some extent, these poor wheats have been “dumped” in England. Trustworthy information from Europe is to the effect that the poor loaf necessarily resulting from regulations requiring maximum milling of domestic wheats and long extraction of flour brings little resentment from the pub- | lic. The result appears to be chiefly evident in reduced consumption of bread. Political Europe, taking its cue perhaps from Italy, ap- parently is determined to make itself as nearly as possible self-supporting in the matter of food. To the extent that it cannot grow wheat, it is determined to reduce its consumption and replace it in the diet with whatever else it can grow. What is referred to as the “battle of wheat” is not altogether a contest over the price that shall be paid for wheat but a battle against wheat. How long it may be continued none can foretell. It may end in world-wide rebellion against the rising tax on bread and the overthrow of the politico-economic philosophy upon which it is based. Nothing is more cer- tain than that in good time wheat will triumph. Pol- | iticians may have their way for a time, but in the end the wheaten loaf, because it is the world’s best and cheapest food, will have its way over economic expedients and political scheming. Mother Jones and John D., Jr. (Minneapolis Tribune) ‘The exchange of courtesies between John D. Rockefel- ler, Jr., and Mother Jones which was occasioned by the latter's 100th birthday, hardly convinces us that the two have reached a philosophical accord. If Mr. Rockefeller is actually inspired by Mother Jones’ loyalty to her ideals and by her fearless, adherence to duty, as he professes to be in his congratulatory tele- gram, it is still possible that his inspiration is tem- pered by ar understanding of what those ideals were and what that fearless adherence to duty involved. And if Mother Jones is actually impressed by the humanness of Mr. Rockfeller, as she professes to be, in her telegram of reply, it is still possible that she privately wishes, for those human qualities, a slightly larger scope. There was a time, we believe, when neither Rockefel- ler pere nor Rockefeller fils were able to glean a great deal of inspiration from Mother Jones’ loyalty to her ideals and from her fearless adherence to duty. There was a time, too, when Mother Jones doubted that a Rockefeller, of all living men, could be humane. Cer- tainly they stood at opposite poles at Ludlow, and a whole world of thought and philosophy and ideals lay between them. We like to think, however, that Mr. Rockefeller’s mes- sage of congratulations was genuine and sincere, and that the reply of labor's venerable Joan of Arc was no less so. Granting that'they may still stand at opposite Poles, the fact remains that those poles have moved nearer bloody Ludlow. The militancy of Mother Jones was the product of an era, and it was an era of ruthless and unyielding viewpoints. The telegram of Mr. Rocke- feller is the product of an era, and it is a better era me by reasonableness, by understanding, by mn. Labor and capital, it is true, do not see eye to eye is finally proclaimed. But since a frail, bespectacled little woman thundered’ her defiance at the mine own- ers of West Virginia 40 years ago, there has been a mel- lowing of viewpoints, a relaxing of the tighty drawn lines of class, a melting away of the hard sul of hate and prejudice. Perhaps Mother Jones, gazing ata century of life, senses the new day and is thankful for it. There must be infinite satisfactions, at least, in erstwhile enemy's respect and admiration. Denver’s Ten Weeks i (St. Paul Dispatch) Denver started out the year 1930 by staging a hectic ten weeks for marital relations. In | tions of those who cannot live without the mates of their choice. But in Denver those who could not live with them actually outnumbered those who could not live without them in the crowd that sought legal relief the pains of romance. Denver gave Judge Ben local color for his “Revolt of Modern Youth.” reported only preliminary skirmishes. Here casualty list of the real struggle. Of course, it was an unusual ten weeks, and Denver's exhibition of nonchalance was abnormal. It is later in the year that Cupid gets his husbandry under way, and the crop report is not complete until it has been nur- tured by the young man’s springtime fancy and garnered in the matrimonial harvest moon of warm June One never knows nowadays what crop is going to run to a surplus, Still Denver's ten weeks is an exaggeration rather than a denial of the country’s condition. In 1928 there was one divorce for each six marriages, and recent scat- tering returns are altering the proportion in favor of the former. More and more romance is having its cul- mination in divorce. Cupid appears to be meeting a con- dition of surplus by diversification of crop. 6-—<$ $$ _____—_+ Today Is the | THN Anniversary of touring with Remenyi, Brahms at- tracted the attention of Joachim, an- other great violinist, who later intro- duced him to Liszt and Schumann. In 1861 Brahms went to Vienna, BRAHMS’ DEATH On May 7, 1833, Johannes Brahms, German composer, and often called the last of the great classical mas- ters, was born at Hamburg, Germany. At the age of 10 he was placed un- der the instruction of Edward Marx- sen, then the foremost musician in Hamburg. When Mendelssohn died, Maxsen said: music has passed away, but a greater one will arise in Brahms.” Brahms was but 14 years old at that time. Six years later he became accom- panist for the great Hungarian vio- linist, Remenyi. At Gottingen, while “A great master of "1950 BY NEA 6CYV7ELL, I'll tell you whatishe is,” Alan flared. “She's the widow of Jack Lamont, the buddy who saved. my life in the big row. You don’t expect me to forget that, do your” He did not wait for a reply, but went on, tumbling ‘his words wrathfully one over another. “Jack died a few years ago, and Bernadine went to work. She had to, She has a kid. She was on the stage, just starting, when Jack met her. And with that—a little ex- Derience but a let of talent—she's made good.” “As a night club hostess,” Nata- Me sneered. ‘ “It was the only chance she got,” Alan retorted. “She couldn't ha: around the agencies, waiting for Job with a hungry kid at home. Jack was no good after the war. ‘When she got through nursing bim, and paying the funeral expenses, she hadn't & penny left.” He stopped for breath, and Nata- Me instantly put forward her own opinion of Bernadine and her pro- fession. “I suppose,” she sald, “you ex- pect me to believe she’s too geod for what she’s doing. Why doesn’t she leave it then?” “You would ask that,” Alan re- Joined. “No woman who has been taken care of as you have could understand what it means to be on your own with a child to support.” “I'm certain I could manage with- out losing my self-respect,” she flung back at him. “Who says Bernadine has lost her self-respect?” he retorted, eee NAt4u2 laughed. “Just because the world thinks she has, doesn’t make it so," Alan went on defensively. “And if you weren’t so jealous that you can't think straight, you'd realize that once you're where you can make money easily, and you need that money to educate a child, you aren’t going to turn back and start out again just to appease a lot of barpii ritics.” @ paused for breath, and again Natalie was ready with an answer. “Any decent woman wants to leave a respected name for her ebild,” she declared. Brahms). four great symphonies which can only be compared with the four great- est symphonies of Beethoven, many overtures, serenades, and other or- chestral pieces and concertos. “Knowledge doesn’t amount to any- thing; it is achievement that is im- Portant.”—Henry Ford. te Nusbande “That's right—tall back on gen- eralities,” Alan sneered. “But don't be stupid. What good would it do for Bernadine to reform—it you want the word? If she couldn't make a living, would any of you ‘who criticise her help her? You det you wouldn't. And you wouldn't forget that she'd been under the ban, either.” Natalie was only fired the more by his defense of the outlawed wo- man who had fevaded the sacred precincts of Millshire. “It ise’t up to the rest of the World to pay anyone to be respect- able,” she agserted with a touch of smugness. “Anyway, I should think she Sit matey Hated | +0 Te ire.” “You've been reading press agent bunk,” Alan scoffed. “Bernadine’s not much better off than I am.” “Still she's able to speculate in the market,” Natalle pointed out. “At least,” she added insinuatingly, | hi “I hope that her interest in you is purely professional.” ~ Alan smiled resignedly. “1 al- most wish I could give you some- thing to be jeatou but there's nothing ether t! ness friend- ship between a Bersedine. I where he acquired a high reputation, and held several important musical After the appearance of Brahms’ first symphony a contemporay mu- ian originated the phrase of the ree great B's” (Bach, Beethoven, His compositions included SERVICE INC. don’t know why I bother to tell you about it, but Bernadine came to me when she began to get tips from ‘Wall Street men, and asked me to act as her broker.” + “Oh, then you didn't know her before she . . . became successful?” Natalie inquired. “No, I didn’t,” Alan told her, He did not speak the rest of his thought. Natalie's passion of jeal- ousy was not a thing into which he cared to delve, He knew, without confession on her part, that she had layed to the conclusion that he helped Bernadine before she be- came known the country over for her success with night club patrons. eee 6¢ACK had told Bernadine about me,” he continued, “but she didn’t look me up until she saw my mame somewhere, and paid me a professional visit.” “To tell you all about her bard struggle to take care of herself, and support her son,” Natalie interject- ed sarcastically. “In time that came,” Alan ad- mitted. “On one of your visits to her sel I suppose,” Natalie thrust at {m, Alan amiled. “I have never paid a visit to her either in ber home or anywhere else.” Natalie stood erect. “Yet she dares to call you here and ask you to leave me and come to her! cried. a “The glider opens a new field for|hands It places flying within the reach of all.”— Phillipa West, secretary to Alan Converse. aeronautical development. Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh. eee “We need not believe in peace USE MORE SOAP The use of soap is one of the out- standing evidences of culture. Soap is one of the first things we meet with shortly after we enter the world, and something we should have every- day er, duced into the human eye. Some soaps are lightly perfumed; some are medicated until they have & distinctive smell; some soaps are white, some pink, some green, some float, some are transparent. It doesn’t make very much difference i i jy 2 ay i Fs 2 Fists 1f Btats ohlgtels EZ 2 é 5 E E é flee 4 HI E g : tg By Fefs blindly, but we must believe in it ag Gece ann hae Im- profoundly.” —Dr. Nicholas Murray| ported soaps usually command a high Butler. eek “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness|A floating soap is made by adding air and thrust upon ’em.”—Shakespeare. xe * “The red menace is just a form of '—Secretary of War bad manners.”. Patrick Hurley. By Alan shrugged. “She probably didn’t give you a thought,” he re plied a bit wearily. “Furthermore, Natalie, Bernadine is a valued cllent. If she has need of me to- night, I am sure it is important. I need her business.” Alan had bad enough. getting us nowhere, as usual, sald caustically, looked at bis watch, and turned again to go. Natalie did not try to stop him, She stood stil] as a statue, while Alan disappeared from her sight. But when the slam of the front door echoed back through the high- ceilinged hall, she dropped into her chair and struggled to restrain her tears. She hated to weep. This thing— this trouble—between her and Alan seemed too-big for tears. Tears be- longed to anger or sorrow. Anger was futile now—and there was no sorrow, sweet or otherwise, in the torment of a jealous heart. It was Ike a disease, an incurable disease that ate at her mind and heart day and night. It motivated her even when she knew she had no cause to be suspicious. She went upstairs and sat in her room, trying to wri! letter to her mother, but the words she wanted to put down got-mized up with the words of the unuttered prayer that was close bebind her lips. “Send him bi to me! him back t Bhe put Send de the pen, and went RUTH DEWEY GROVES to the window to look out over the bluestone driveway that semi-cir cled the front yard. She smiled wanly at ber hope. couldn't re- turn so soon—uniess he hadn't real- ly gone. Ridiculous idea. Of course he had gone. He always went now- adays, when he started. And always he stayed away a little longer. Per- haps, some day, he would not come back at all. eee H® thoughts here became un- endurable. She left the win- dow, went to the telephone and called up Gladys Wynne. “Is there any bridge at your place tonight?” Natalie asked. “Well,” Gladys hedged, “are you entertaining a third?” “Just myself,” Natalie explained. “T’ve nothing to do.” “Okey,” Gladys invited. “We've a few people here—I didnt want a stranger. Natalie walked over, but the des- nation of her mind was not the ‘udor house of the Wynnes. It was the stone, brick and timber structure that Bernadine Lamont had purchased, so greatly to the consternation of her neighbors. ‘What could be happening there? What had the Lamont woman want- ed of Alan? She knew too little of Bernadine and interior of her house to follow Alan there in thought. She could not see the wor ried expression on the face of the maid who admitted him. She could Bot see Alan’s own expression grow grave at the choked words the maid spoke to him as she took his things and unthinkingly tossed them upon a chair. Nor see him mount the stairs two at a time in his sudden haste. Hidden from her picturing was. the figure lying on a day-bed in the upstairs sunroom. A room Berna- dine loved and used more than any other part of the house. She so tarely saw the sun, she explained. And then, too, Bobby played there when he was not outdoors. He was not there now. Bernadine had sent him to bed early. He was supposed to\go to bed early every night, but it pussied him when he was compelled to do it, Bernadine had felt guilty over her in but how could she send him to bed before it was time for her to go to the club? She couldn't. Bobby was her life. Then she heard some- one say that sleep is sleep—and it was rather nice to have Bobby re- main quiet an hour or two longer in the morning—for when he awoke # he ran in to wake ber. He might go away again after they’d had a nice moraing tussle, but sleep would not easily come back to Bernadine that day. And she needed sleep. That was one of the things her doctor was forever telling her. Just as though her own quivering nerves were not always impressing the same fact upon her. ‘The doctor was there now. He, hadn't gone since he came an hour ago, and Bernadine had sent Bobby to bed. He greeted Alan in a low-pitched voice. They'd met before. But he had heard about Alan. Ber- nadine had been telling him why she had sent for Alan Converse alone of all her friends. Alan went quickly to her side. “What is it?” he asked, his voice @ trifle husky. 3 (To Be Continued) In choosing a toilet soap for your complexion, consider whether your skin is olly or dry. An oily skin calls for soap with more alkaline in it which cuts the grease from the skin. On the other hand, dry skins call for soap which has more oil in it which leaves a faint oily film on the com- plexion. You can readily determine the difference between these soaps after using them. Laundry soap is generally either white or yellow. The white soap ally has sodium or water glass added to it to‘ald in its cleansing power. If you keep a bar of white on the shelf for some used for silks or is splendid for cotton or naphtha is sometimes ive it extra cleans- ‘They softer water and aid s § s S tends iter and makes better soapsuds and d from becoming a help, but too p sticky. As far ing goes, either type soap does very good work. ANSWERS Question: Anna Q. writes: “I have y|® complex that changes my person- ality and disposition—a breaking out, pimples, rash or whatever it may be called, almost constantly in the mid- dle of my forehead and nose. It dries and scales off like dandruff. Some- times my nose (to me) feels and looks like a horned toad. Would appreci- ate it very much if you would suggest & remedy.” Answer: This is the first time I have heard acne called a “complex.” However, pimples or other skin blem- ishes may lead to worry and certain distressing mental conditions. I have found that all types of acne seem to well to an acid fruit fast, using no food other than apples or oranges, etc. Bad Combinations Question: P. B. writes: “I have been eating for supper one-fourth of & pound of cottage cheese, one gill of cream, one glass of Jersey milk and ® half dozen graham crackers made with honey. Do you regard this as a good meal for an office man who has hhyperacidity and more or less trouble with nervous indigestion?” Answer: I would not advise the meal you inquire about for anyone suffering with stomach trouble or nervousness. The combination of crackers and milk is not a good one, as crackers contain starch, and milk is @ protein. You will probably be able to overcome the hyperacid con- dition of your stomach by learning to use the proper food combinations. I will be glad to send you my article on food combinations if you will send me your name and address on a large stamped envelope. (Copyright, 1930, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.) -—_——______—— + | BARBS { A boxer in France always listens to a solo before going into the ring. Nothing is better to get a fellow in a fighting mood. x * * It is fashionable now for girls in Hollywood to smoke big cigars. Judg- ing from the diction of some of the talkie actresses it would seem they also go in for chewing tobacco. eek Although a business slump may ac- count for John D. Rockefeller giving away nickels instead of dimes, 8 more likely reason is that the five-cent Pieces are coming shinier now. ese © . The health commissioner in Chi- cago says that whistles used by Chi- cago policemen are nerve racking and some kind of “musical toot- ing.” What those boys needs is a sort of snare drum. se Queen Mary's automobile has been (Copyright, 1930, NEA Service. Inc.) A razor, said to be 120 years old, is being used every day by Lioyd Burgin, Nocona, Tex., barber. It has been handed down by members of the Burgin family. FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: The girl who has “scarcely a thing to wear” is right in style.