The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, November 3, 1931, Page 4

i THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1981 Whe Bismarck Tribune \ An Independent Newspaper | THE STATE'S OLDEST ul i NEWSPAPER i (Established 1873) Published by The Bismarck Tribune Company, Bismarck, N. D., and en- fered at the postoffice at Bismarck as Becond class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN . President and Publisher. Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Dally by carrier, per year......$7.20 Daily by mail per year (in Bis- marck) .. 1. Daily by mail per year (in state outside Bismarck) ........ vee 5.0 Daily by mail outside of North Dakota .........5 8 ‘Weekly by mail in state, per year$1.00 ‘Weekly by mail in state, three PORTE ii iic es sles sss cveses axe ‘Weekly by mail outside of North Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation _ Member of The Associated Press ‘The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of ell news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this news- Paper and also the local news of spontaneous origin published herein. All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved. i (Official City, State and County Newspaper) ee Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, LEVINGS & BREWER (incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON — cam The Right Spirit A Bismarck business man, who was out of the city during the canvass for the Red Cross and Community Chest in this county, returned home a few days later. No, one approached him to give, al- though he always has contributed in the past, and for a while he thought nothing of it. Then he got to think- ing that perhaps he had been over- looked and finally mentioned the matter to a friend. He was directed to the captain of the service-club team which seemed ‘the logical one to receive his dona- tion and the fund has been swelled by a generous amount. It is a simple story and quickly told but it reveals a good deal about the man in question. other things, that he has the right spirit. There may be others in Bismarck and Burleigh county who would like| to contribute but who have not been personally asked to do so. If so, they should not wait to be asked but should get in touch with the campaign head- quarters at the Bismarck Association of Commerce. Conservative ‘England England's voters crushed the Labor party’s strength in Parliament may mean a number of things, and will] probably keep the wiseacres busy ex-! plaining and analyzing for a while. A large part of it, undoubtedly, is simply due to the voters’ traditional reaction against the party in power when times are hard. Those riots we read about in English cities during the weeks preceding the election, spoke of a deep and abiding discon- tent; this discontent, expressing itself in ballots, knocked the country’s so- called Socialist government clear out of the window. But the most interesting thing] about it is the way’ in which this discontent expressed itself. Usually a nation that finds the go- ing unendurably rough speaks its mind by calling in the radicals and giving them a chance to try out some of their panaceas. England did just the reverse. Instead of hauling off and breaking up the available china, she called in the Tories. Instead of heading farther toward Socialism,| she went completely conservative. ‘This, perhaps, represents something more than just the regular vote agin’ the government. It might not be stretching things to say that old Eng- land is giving the ancient, established ruling class one more chance. Although few man-made institu- ‘tions possess more stamina than the British empire, there is no denying that things in England today are in an extremely bad way. Trade has fallen off, finances are amazingly wobbly, unemployment remains an unhealed wound, taxes are unbeliev- ably high. But the English are not yet ready to call for a new form of government, or a new kind of eco- nomic and social set-up. Instead, the class that built up the empire, made England the world’s banker and made English merchants and ships the world’s greatest traders, is given the reins again. If it can fix things, well and good. And if not— Well, it is possible to find grounds for believing that the world today stands at one of the turning points of history. England—if the Tories fail—may become one of the pivots on which the ranks of mankind turn to march in a new direction. Approaching the Great Souvenir hunters, according to newspaper dispatches, have descend- ed on Milan, O., birthplace of Thomas Edison. Bark has been torn from trees about the house in which the inven- tor was born, and all kinds of loose objects have been carried away. Pres- ently, no doubt, there will be sou-| venirs for sale, and passing motorists ‘will stop to be photographed in front ‘of the birthplace, and the usual dreary i} .20| ble sort of person. He knows, as well 2.50) 00| but because it is the only way in It shows, among! The thundering crash with which, system.” and inane round will be in full swing. Just how any man in his senses can be gratified to. possess a bit of bark from a tree that grew by the house where Edison was born is a trifle hard to understand. But this hunger for trivial mementoes of the great is an old one, and it expresses, however clumsily and cheaply, a very real need. For human greatness is not such a common thing that we can calmly pass by the places where it has moved. The ordinary mortal, for all his oc- casional braggadocio, is a very hum- as anyone else, the greatness of the | gulf which separates him from an Edison. And so, when he gets a chance to touch the skirts of greatness, so to speak, he takes it; and he takes home a bit of bark, or a banal snapshot, or some similar trinket, not because his soul is cheap and indiscriminating which he can have some tangible re- minder that he was once in the vi- cinity of a man whose head touched the stars. In the regular course of events we get precious little to bolster our self- esteem. Signs of greatness are rare, both in ourselves and in our neigh- bors; and the daily record of human silliness and greed that newspapers give us is not apt to be inspiring. So, when we bump up against the earthly trappings of a man who was truly admirable, our impulse is to grab off something—anything, even a pebble or a bit of old cloth—as a keepsake. For it is something more than a visible sign that we have trav- eled and have seen fine sights. It is a talisman by which we can reassure ourselves that the race to which we belong can, on occasion, produce some magnificent specimens. Capone an Example The fact that Al Capone is being obliged to stay in jail while his attor- neys carry his appeal on its snail-like progress through the higher courts raises again a point upon which the layman often wonders. Why isn't that the regular procedure in all criminal cases? * One of the weakest points of Amer- ican criminal law today is the fact that so long a time often intervenes between conviction and imprison- ment. Of appeals there is, sometimes, almost literally no end; and while they are being settled the convicted man usually goes his way, cn bond, as free as the air. It is being handled differently in Capone's case; and it is a little hard for the ordinary citizen to understand why that wouldn't be a good course to follow in all such cases. Editorial Comment Editorials printed below show t trend of thought by other edito: They are published without regarc to whether they agree or disagree with The Tribune's policies. Sounding a Tariff Alarm (New York Times) With grief and wrath the National Association of Manufacturers wit- nesses the battering and bombarding of the Citadel of Protection. The forces of assault gather on all sides. Faithful to tradition, the association! names only the accursed foreigners and the perfidious importers and merchandisers here at home. It chooses to forget the international bankers. Only a day or two ago Mr. Thomas W. Lamont was wicked enough to say that high protection- ism is no policy for this chief creditor nation of the world, and tariff reduc- tion a condition precedent of inter- national economic recovery. Even the orthodox have backslidden. Even General Atterbury and Representa- tive Snell are far from sound on the goose. But the association does well to stick to the old formula and to take no notice of “traitors” in the camp. There must be no general revision of the tariff by congress. This doc- trine applies not only ta the con- gress that is to meet in December, but to congress as a body. Special revision by @ special body. See how beautifully the Tariff Commission works. The art of flexibility usually consists in jacking rates up, putting them down but seldom and on ar- ticles of small account. In affecting language the association, through its tariff committee, cries for prompt administrative adjust- ments of tariff rates as the only practical means to a proper maintenance of a necessary equality of competition, such ad- justment to be developed through the machinery of a nonpartisan economic body effectuated by ex- ecutive authority. These are large and lovely words, but why does the association dis- trust congress? The last congress and the present tariff were not un- equal to the task of putting heavy duties on articles in which there was little or no competition to “equal- ize.” But the association knows what it wants and is entitled to it, if it can get it; and it is pleasant to think of a nonpartisan economic body charged with the duty of “fostering and preserving the protective-tariff That system is as dear to the association as “the blood-born, battle-stained greenback” was to “Dick” Oglesby. One trembles to think that since in the last two years the saint has not produced the prom- ised and customary miracle, all too many Republican worshipers are eager to smash the object of their long adoration. The more need for a rally of the orthodox. The association is going to “enunciate” the divine dogma, proclaim it through all the channels of publicity, “sell” it to a too-forget- ful and ungrateful nation. It was time. Where are the sleepless’ watch- men of other years? What sudden dumbness has fallen upon the great twin brethren, the Home Market Club and the Protective Tariff League? Do they snore at their posts while im- porters and merchandisers and com- petitive foreigners and heaven knows how many other forces of evil are storming at the gates? American investments abroad total $25,000,000,000. The Grea sed Pig! TODAY Sa Be TOD Ww an ieeARy ty) James B. Gresham, Evansvill, Ind. Private Thomas F. Enright, Pitts. burgh, Pa., and Private Merle D. Hay, Glidden, Ia, They were killed in hand-to-hand fighting when a small detachment of American infantrymen was attacked in the trenches by a suj force of Germans. The were FIRST AMERICANS KILLED On Nov. 3, 1917, three Americans, were killed and five wounded in the first engagement in which American troops figured. ‘These Americans were: Corporal, BEGIN HERE TODAY iy Ms tent sen MK. JUPITER d NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XIII vas was no doubt that it was Eddie Harkness’ coat. Mary ran investigating fingers under the collar, and found the small black tape, lettered in red, with his int. tlals, “B. J. H.” “Well,” said Bowen flatly, “this shows me up for what I am—beau- titul but dumb, I thought sure that coat belonged to one of the re- porters, Never entered my mind it could be— Boy, if Kane ever hears of this! Well, well, well!” Obviously he was readjusting his ideas to fit this new development, “Then—he did come, after all.” Mary stroked the coat with gentle fingers, as if it had been a human thing. “Looks like it,” Bowen agreed. “But that doesn’t prove he did it, you know,” he offered by way of comfort, “He was there,” Mary repeated dully. “Perhaps—Kane was right. Perhaps they're allright, and I'm wrong.” “Listen, what did Kane tell you?” Mary retailed their conversation with as little bitterness as she could, “That's what I thought,” Bowen commented. “I'll tell you what's the matter with Kane,” be said. “He'd be a good man if he were anywhere else but in this district. He's @ stuffed shirt, a boot-licker. “I've always played a lone.game, ever sinc been on this job. All Kane ever hands out is a line of bull, He'd have chased this guy to hell and gone, and strung him up by the thumbs to please Jupiter —in fact, he was all set to make a name for himself by capturing the murderer singlehanded. Then the word came down from on high, ‘lay off’—and he lay right down at his master’s feet and wagged tail. That's the kind of a pup he is. “But there's still you and me, eh? How about it? If you say the word, we'll go right ahead and dig up what we can, When we've got enough to make a case, we'll put it before the District Attorney. He'll have to act. “But—are you sure you want it? It might make things pretty messy for you at home, you know. With your boy-friend, and all. He'd rather have it shushed, I under- stand.” How’ much did he know? Mary wondered with a sinking heart how public her affairs had become. She looked down at the coat overt her arm. “Do you honestly think there's any use?” cut off by heavy barrage fire in their rear, . A sergeant and a corporal and 10) 9. men were taken prisoners. Thé enemy Jost some men. ‘The dead were beried on the slope ‘Ido. By the way, something's been tickling my mind ever since you mentioned this being your brother’s coat, What was it he said there in the ambulance? ‘Make him give me my coat!’ Wasn't that it? Look here, I'll bet a cookie that coat was a plant! No thief goés around leaving his overcoat, you know—it’s not being done, “That's how I came to pick it up in the first place. I was the last man upstairs that night, and com- Ing down I saw this coat hanging on the stair rail in the upper hall. I knew I'd be seeing all the police reporters next day and I took it along to turn over to the owner. None of them claimed it, though. ‘Then I thought it must belong to some detective, but I'd wasted enough time on it, so I hung it up in my locker and left it there. ing in the pockets to identity it by.” He saw that she was not listen- ing. Her mind was on her brother. He could see that even her faith was shaken. He stopped short. Mary held up the coat. ought we to do with it? Take it there?” She motioned toward the Police-station. “Take it home. It’s yours. You'd only give Kane one more excuse to say ‘I told you s0.’” “You've been awfully kind. I'll never forget it,” Mary told him seriously. “Goodby, and good luck.” “Tl let you know what turns up,” he replied. “Keep your nerve! Remember it’s all in a lifetime.” Tt came to him as he stood watch- ing the shiny black bus carry her away, that he had just stripped him- self of his last dollar in her behalf, Ho had not so much as mentioned the information he had to his pa- Der, realizing that it was far too slim a probability to impress a hard-headed city editor. What kind of a sap was he becoming anyhow? . Mr, George Bowen heaved some- thing that was very like a sigh. Mary, hugging the damp coat and staring out at the vivid green of the trees and hedges as they along the road to the Point, Gradually lest the optimism that Bowen's loquacious enthusiasm had roused in her. She was going home to the Jupiter house reluctantly, for the first time. How could she bear to face Mr. Jupiter again, knowing what he thonght? She felt alienat- ed from those who had been closest and dearest to her. They had shielded her, or tried to; but they had kept their real thoughts from her as if she were a child or an im- decile, It frightened her, and made her feel small and young and in- experienced, She was almost tempted to relax and rest against that love of theirs, that plotted for her own good with- out consulting her wishes in the matter. But at the same time, something prodded her uncomfort- ably forward. It was not their bust- ness; it was hers, and Eddie's. Gratefulness fought with angry re sentment in her heart, All this sensational publicity about the murder of Mrs. Jupiter and Eddie's death—no one called that murder, she noticed bitterly— of course it was unpleasant. No wonder the chills bad crept up and down Emily Ann Ruyther’s patri- clan back! But which was more important—justice or a stiff-necked old woman’s pride? cee Bowne along in the big, shiny bus between exquisitely land- Bcaped private parks, studded bere and there with the vine-shrouded homes of the ultra rich, all that had just occurred in tho village seemed unreal, George Bowen and ‘somewhere in France.” Simpze markers were placed their graves with the inscription: “Here lie the first soldiers of great Republic of the United States who died on the soil of France for justice and liberty, Nov. 3, 1917.” A pact has been signed ending mon. Had she really been in that horrible place, eating impossible food, with a foul-smelling waiter and a hare-brained “crime re porter” for companions? Looking back at herself through the cold blue eyes of Mrs. Ruyther, be- gan to think she was losing her mind. ‘What on earth would Dirk say? lagging schoolward. ‘Well, it was past. If George Bowen rang up the house she would not even talk to him. No about her! thought of tomorrow's Star and what it might contain. up to Dirk, apologize for. wonder-working as that. advantage.” ens! terribly. 80, but he might come early. Mary was leaning her head against audible, so stupid— Oh, I don’t think he's Why don’t you think so?” siggles. his bones?” More shrieks, siggles. his scheme seemed fantastic, com: {Bares 4 She should have consulted him. She began. to feel like a truant child doubt his schemes were just an ex- cuse to print Heaven-knew-what She shuddered at the It was Thursday and she was dining at the Ruythers, Well, she would do all she could to make it The truth, dimly felt before, now revealed itself to her bit by bit, as on an unrolling scroll Dirk’s worried abstraction, Mrs. Ruyther’s fluttering apologetic air, Mr. Ruyther’s booming heartiness. There was something they were all ashamed of, that they felt had to It had all passed un- noticed, except as background. She had been so absorbed that their suspicions had glanced off without pricking her. Now it all came back with a rush—every cutting, two- edged word that had been turned toward her, every blank and guard- ed look, awkward moments that she now realized would have been definite snubs if the snubbers had dared. What had stopped them? The power of the Ruyther name! Not even the Jupiter money was 80 With a sudden rush of under- standing and pity, she knew that Dirk must have been having a bad time at home. No doubt he had had to fight for even the semblance of surface ease. With only one son to marry off, Mrs. Ruyther would have liked to see him marry “to She had accepted Mary without enthusiasm, because there was nothing she could say against her, But now, good heav- Suddenly she wanted to see Dirk She wished the bus would hurry. It was only three or The bus ground to a stop to take on two passengers, who turned out to be Cornelia Tabor and another girl, a little blond fluff named Ethel Somebody, who was visiting Cor- nelia from Boston. Mary had seen her picture {f the society section. They collapsed breathlessly in a front seat, without looking back. As the bus topped a rise and be- gan to coast down the other side, their voices became distinctly “Rotten for Dirk, but I don’t sup- pose he realizes it—men in love are so much in love— Don’t you?— Then shrieks of mirth, subsiding into “Oh, it’s too funny—the family skeleton walking out and rattling just at this time—every family bas one, they say—my dear, not the Ruythers! Can you imag ine a Ruyther walking around in more Unless they practice tossing bombs: in the meantime, there will be many @ moyie miss exploded. x * * for saying she had twins. * * i eke to get fat. thing else. xk Oe Simile: gloomy as a bank. T'll still take Second Avenue! to make it look like Broadway. ces, Played by Hungarian bands. on the way is there! Second Avenue, to be e, rection of Broadway. quee. Chicago's movie war for 18 months. A London woman sued a newspaper’ accused the Paper of two-timing. Scotch doctors have discovered how Well, they’ve got every-| only women in @ mind reader in| generally * * * Any way you look at this postoffice] r: ig licked. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) fer Broadway as a chotce of Manhat- tan playgrounds are welcome to eT after a number of years of rambling about this town, this main stem of the East Side seems less spoiled by But the nations of the earth that have settled on the fringe of this thor- oyghtfare keep alive the gypsy fid- dlers; the charming chants of the Yiddish ballad singers; the lullabies of black-eyed Russian girls; the soft, hollow intonations of the zymbalom; the dissonant and sentimental) 5° of a hill overlooking s small village|heartbreaks in the folk songs as Yes, you can drop in on Broadway places where Gypsy Marakoff plays and sings or where Tamara strums @ guitar and sings glamorous love songs—but the background of Broad- has, made a few concessions in the di- The Russian Arts has a dance floor and a canopy over the streets and a lighted mar- And college boys and girls do} romp about of Saturday nights. But would get off presently. Mary relieved to see the big Tabor house loom up on the hill ahead. Just then Cornelia looked around, whether guiltily or not Mary couldift decide, f “Oh, my dear!” she shrilled, “I didn’t see you there!” She popped other girl, and sat down opposite. “Hows the murder coming along?” Cornelia seemed deter- mined to blot out the memory of her former téarfulness by being un- usually vivactous, “Dirk’s a beast. He just say: all settled, and he won't tell me a thing more about it, How can # murder be settled if the murderer isn’t in jail?” Mary merely shrugged. So Dirk had seen Cornelia, had he? He hadn’t mentioned it. Cornelia’s gaze rested curiously on the man’s topcoat lying across Mary’s lap. “That's not Dirk's, ts it? Two- timing him already, are yout” e it's my brother's,” Mary said. Cornelia gasped. “Oh, my dear, Ta forgotten about your brother. You must forgive me. So sorry.” Mary’s silence began to eat the edge off the other girl’s gushing manner, “How's Dirk? Seen his mother lately?” Cornelia asked at last. “How is she?” “All right, 1 suppose,” Mary an- swered matter-of-factly although she knew the question was meant to scratch, “Call me tomorrow and I'll report. I’m dining there to night.” “Oh.” Cornelia’s eyes slipped away evasively. “Well, we'll be seein’ you, then. We're coming, too. Ethel’s honor, I guess. Noth- ing formal, you know—just the family.” Mary didn’t manage to act s0 well this time, Her face felt stiff as she smiled goodby. They were approaching the gates of the Tabor place, Cornelia and her satellite swished off the bus, Ethel casting & provocative glance at the bus- driver as she bounced down the step. It was wasted; he was wip- ing off the windshield, and seemed unaware of her existence. Driving the bus aleng “Rotten Row” had made him impervious to flirtation; too many kittenish debs had thrown themselves at his good- looking Irish head from time to time, Mary seethed with jealousy as the bus ground on toward The Point, where the Jupiter mansion stood, “Sorry I can’t take you up to the door, Miss Mary,” the bus-driver said as he let her down. it] the cool window, and sat slumped Thanks: Bi, Ti bo all. right.” down in the seat so that they would hardly have seen her any- Mary replied, throwing Eddie's coat over her head as she ran up the drive. As she stood shaking the rain- drops off the coat in the entry she thought Spence gave it a second glance. He continued to study it as he took it from her. It had s rather obvious, plaid pattern, which-seemed to interest him deep- '3| ly. To her question about Mr. Jupi- ter, he answered absently. “He's in the library, playing pa tlence, And you'd best hurry on, he’s been asking after you since breakfast, ‘E don’t like poker, and none of the chauffeurs plays crib- bage. Ah,” he broke off--so you know that young man then?” “What young man?” Spence shook the coat angrily. “The young man who tried to ‘crash the gate’ at your party, the "ARY turned hot and cold, and | bight Mra, Jupiter was killed,” he shrank down further to avoid; 228wered. “It’s his coat, I'd swear. any chanco of being seen, Or were| Now how did you come by it, Miss they doing it for her benefit? She| Mary, fT may ask?” couldn't tell, Thank goodness, they qq: (BO Be Continued) up and came.back, followed by the , Daily Health Service — EXTRA WEIGHT LIKELY TO CAUSE DISTURBANCES IN CIRCULATION Women Who Are Fair, Fat and Forty. Are Most Typical Sufferers From Gallstones, Survey Shows ‘Thieves stole 125 gallons of pepper- mint oil. That's enough to get sweetly, By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of ‘Medical Association ‘The worried about Even in Scotland, where diets are erally as economical, recognized they have the obesity problem. person to get about. ‘The association of overweight with gallstones is well known, and there has come to be a proverb among the medical profession which asserts that 2 +| the typical case of gallstones is a wo- ‘New York, Nov. 3—Those who pre- Drs. D. M. Dunlap and R. M. Mur- ‘ay Lyon of the Royal Infirmary in budget problem, the two-cent stamp] Edinburgh have just made available the result of their study of 523 cases of obesity among people in Scotland. They point out the fact, now gener- ally well known, that superfluous fat is uncomfortable, and that long-con- tinued overweight may be associated with disturbances of circulation of the blood, disturbances of breathing, and disturbances of the ability of the man who is fair, fat and forty. An eminent American authority on diabetes has pointed out that 70 to 85 women are not the| per cent of people with this disease garg the world who are| are known to have been overweight inerease in weight.| previous to the onset of the disease. In the records of 30 American in- surance companies, covering 744,672 policy holders, it was fourid that among those who were less than 10 pounds overweight, there was no in- crease in mortality rate, but that above that figure the mortality rate rose steadily and alarmingly. One American insurance company whicha analyzed the cause of death of 26,000 policy holders found that heart dis- ease accounted for the deaths of 15%4 per cent of those who were over- weight, compared with only 6 per cent of the lean. Other diseases of the circulation caused 7%2 per cent of deaths in those who were overweight, as against 3 per cent in the lean. Nearly twice as many people who are + overweight die of kidney disease as those who are underweight. ably with its geography. * oe OK eating places. . this before morning. flickering on dozens of tables . . evening's entertainment. “Do you know who they are?” hang around Broadway too much!” my ignorance. “For two years Swoboda was ballet maestro for the Chicago Opera. When the Chauve-Sourls made such a hit, he went abroad with it. And Jurieva was the ballerina for Pavlowa! Ugh— but you should know that who watches only the hoofers of the thea- ter! “There are stories down here in Second Avenue, my friend! Here you are: two of the world’s great dance artists in a quaint spot in Fourteenth Street! Where is your Broadway—!” “my” Broadway! tain requirements of my take where, I explained. on, productions. that will rise in Radio City. ers. Diaghileff's ballet! of more.” tending * * * liberty—Mahatma Gandhi. xe x Our people should not take the sit. Insull. way.—Samuel bd * * * dall. * * * on an evening earlier in the week, the atmosphere here, as elsewhere in Second Avenue, agrees more ami- Or around the corner at the the street . . . or any one of a dozen Yiddish, Austrian and Hungarian . The coffee houses where groups gather in the best Eu- types and the sights and the sounds. . These are all far, far from Broadway and one may pretend that he is traveling abroad in his own town. . . . And make himself believe It was just the other evening at the Kretchma ... witch candles two dancers appeared as part of the friend whispered. I shook my head. “Swoboda and Jurieva—! . . . Of course you wouldn’t know them. You My friend fumed indignantly at I interrupted at this point. It isn’t; As far as I am con- cerned, the other fellow can have it —always could, for that matter! Cer- job fe me there a bit more often than elsc- “There is little place for the great ballet people now,” my friend went “The ballet has never played a great part in the Metropolitan Opera Ballets will come back soon—and then you will see. From]. abroad you read that Roxy is getting many people for the near theaters There will be great ballets and great danc- There are many, many to be found about New York. Up town at the Russian Village you will see none other than Gavrilov, once star of T could tell you But I wandered on to the smaller places to watch the plump East Sid- ers sitting about their tables, eating heartily and lstening to their folk songs. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) | Quotations o Ss Various “schools” of psychology are characterized by the same narrow bigotry as may be found among con- sects.—Dr. Charles B. Myers. I would consider it nothing if we had to pay a million lives for our uation here so pessimistically. Laugh a bit. It would be helpful in every Folks will now learn the secret of saying that “an empty stomach makes an active brain.”—Dame Madge Ken- Our city's $650,000,000 bydget was spent last year without a taint of scandal about one dollar of the tax- payers’ money——Mayor Walker of New York. * oe O* We are now extending to all classes changing times. Oh, yes, it Nas) iretchma! ‘Or in Moscowitz’s|the facilities for good living which changed! | Attempts have been made!" Gr in ‘the old Moscowitz down | the wealthier Cretans had 3,000 years ago.—Sir Banister Fletcher. Local Man’s Nephew Dies in Plane Mishap One of five men killed in an air- plane tragedy near North Bend, Wash., Sufiday, was a former North Dakotan and a nephew of H. C. Upham, 810 Fourth St., Bismarck. The victim was Arthur Hoge, 35. He was born and raised in Grafton ¢|and at one time attended the Uni- versity of North Dakota. His father once was a Grand Forks business man. Hoge had been in business in Wash- ington for the last 10 years, his Bis- marck relatives said. He was one of a group of hunters returning from a hunting trip when the airplane accident occurred. Their plane fell on a highway near North Bend, apparently forced down by fog and rain. The gasoline tank exploded and the five were trapped in the cabin of the plane, which was piloted by John Blum, 32, Seattle. a CANNELL HEADS BANK Glen Ullin, N. D., Nov. 3—David Cannell was elected president of the First National Bank of Glen Ullin to succeed Michael Tschida, who re- signed. C. N. Braun, farmer in the Haymarsh community, was elected a director to succeed Tschida. THROUGH The above word contains seven let- ters, although it is a one-syllable word. Can you think of two eight-letter words of one syllable, which contain four of the letters in THROUGH? FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: lowes GLADIS PARKER Little obstacles are often big annoy< ances. THIS CURIOUS WORLD < STICKERS - -