The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, November 28, 1931, Page 4

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1931 ‘The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) Published by The Bismarck Tribune Comany, Bismarck, N. D., and en- tered at the postoffice at Bismarck as second class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN President and Publisher. ——| Subscription Rates Payable in | Advance ‘Daily by carrier, per year...... $7.20 Daily by mail per year (in Bis- ! marck) . 7.20{ Daily by mai te outside Bismarck) ........... Daily by mail outside of North Dakota Weekly by mail in state, per year $1.00 | Weekly by mail in state, three | YOATS ......ss00e rrrerr ed 2.50 | Weekly by mail outside of North Dakota, per year ....... fase 100 Weekly by mail in Canada, per eat hiticrtsls trices Cercunn Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation 2.00 Member of The Associated Press | The Associated Press is exclusively | entitled to the use for republication of all 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. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) SMALL, SPENCER, LEVINGS & BREWER (Incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON Not a Daniel But a Moses Called to Judgment There is blood on the Republican moon. Not a Daniel but a Moses has been called to judgment. It is not the call of the wild but the sound of pounding hoofs. The wild asses are in battle forma- tion and Senator Moses’ defenses are to be stormed and his political fences to feel their fury. When the distinguished member from New Hampshire in impeccable English and with a nonchalance typ- ical of his New England environment denounced the Republican insurgents ‘and compared them to the long-eared quadrupeds noted for obstinacy and stupidity, he started a political feud which has been smoldering ever since. Again the flames have broken out. Senator George Higgins Moses is up for reelection as president pro tem- pore of the United States senate, not a small honor as political plums go. The insurgents clamor for his scalp. Defeat of Moses might goad con- servative sénators to retaliate and let the Democrats organize the senate. ° tee chairmanships are dis-| St of it cheerfully for months. | tributed as follows among the wild asses, so-called: Foreign Relations — Senator BORAH. Judiciary—Senator NORRIS. Interstate Commerce — Senator COUZENS. Claims—Senator HOWELL. Commerce—Senator JOHNSON. Indian Affairs—Senator FRA- ZIER. Manufacturers—Senator LA FOLLETTE. Public Lands—Senator NYE. Banking and Currency—Sena- tor NORBECK. Senator Nye is the chief belligerent. His grievance against Senator Moses is deeper than any offense at being} branded a wild ass. He recalls the breach of senatorial courtesy which Prompted Senator Moses to have a certain expense account published in the Congressional Record. Of course Moses did so out of pure politicél pique. There are many expense ac- counts still unpublished which the readers of that publication would en- joy as much as they did the one ‘Moses had spread on the record. Be that as it may, the insurgents have drawn quite a bill of indictment against the gentleman from New Hampshire. They plan his ruin, but the rub comes in the fact that in get- ting Senator Moses’ goat, the “wild asses” might find themselves clipped of good committee assignments and useful patronage. Time will reveal whether they hate Moses more than they love comfortable committee berths. But Senator Moses has a problem on his hands with the “sons of the wild jackasses,” as he literally called them, out gunning for him. His chief protection will be the conservatives who may use the lever of patronage to prevent the defeat of the, New Hampshire solon. The Republicans have so many major conflicts on their hands that the general political woe may heal up family ructions and com- pose the troubled waters in the inter- ests of party discipline. Criticizing Critics | An American orchestra leader, re-} turning from a visit to Russia, re- ports that no professional critics cover any of the musical events in the land of Stalin. Instead, each theater and concert hall has a big blackboard in the lobby, and any patron who cares to, writes his own | criticism of the performance on ‘it, for all to read. Now this seems to be one of the neatest ideas that Soviet Russia has yet brought forth. The critic of any of the-arts tends to get above him- self and nourish an exaggerated idea of his own function; and the layman. the cash customer, so to speak, the ultimate consumer—tends to place too much reliance on the critics’ ver- dicts. We are, after all, very much like eee announces that the orchestra was badly off form, the composers! {our remembered enjoyment vanishes 00} practice, this stunt already works in a ay ing what we like, we strive manfully to enjoy what we are told to like. We go to a concert, for instance, and get a great deal of pleasure out of the music; but the next day some represented were dull and hackneyed, and the tenor had a bad cold—and as we try to make our own impres- sions jibe with those of the Olympian reviewer. This blackboard idea represents a way out. It would do away with a lot of hypocrisy and cant. And it might—who knows?—prove a stimu- lus for the performers themselves. | Of course, as a matter of common a different guise. The patron ren-j| ders his verdict, not on a blackboard, but at the box office. So, now and again, we have a phenomenon such: as “Abie’s Irish Rose” presented, with the critics rising unanimously to ex-| press disapproval and the general! public registering its enjoyment by buying tickets in droves. But the blackboard would add more zest to it. The artist who gets by} on a puffed-up reputation might suf-| fer, but the unknown performer of| genuine ability would get a break. And the cash customer would have a lot of fun. Editorial Comment | Editorials printed below show the | trend of thought by other editors. They are published without regard to whether they agree or disagree with The Tribune's polwies. The Spirit of a People (Williston Herald; One of the great epics in the his- tory of northwest development now is taking place in the drouth area of North Dakota and Montana. It is a bit of human drama most im- pressive. It is demonstrating the magnificent spirit of a sturdy peopie. No land is bigger than the spirit of its people. That is a generally accepted truth, often proved in hu- man experience. It was proved in Kansas in homestead days, in Ne-| braska, in Iowa, in Minnesota and in every one of the western states, at some time or other in their history. The testing time that is here to try the spirit of a people, however, is onc of the most severe ever recorded. It has developed accordingly, a spirit most’ inspiring to all who come in touch with it. Winter is just around the corner, but in this land every man has mei the situation existing as a man should meet it. There are few weaklings left in this section of the northwest. This is not a weakling’s country. Men and women reduced to pitiful and sometimes desperate extremes by the calamity of drouth, one of the greatest of them all, because of its insidious approach and cumulative effects, are making the best of a sit- uation that would dismay hearts less stout. They are making the best of it cheerfully. They have made the There has been anxiety, but some- thing bigger has taken its place. It! is calm and resolute faith in a rich/ land that has used most of its people well and in due time will again blos- som as the rose and bring happiness and prosperity to justify the faith fine men and women are displaying in it in these times of stress. “The west has a way of disposing of its weaklings. It has a way of welcom- ing and inspiring its chosen people. The brown and bleak prairie hin- terland seems a bit desolate in the barren aspect of mid-November. Neighbors are far apart. Sometimes the little homes look cheerless, but you will not find them so if you lift the latch string. You will get aj cheery welcome. You will find a host| who will share with you such hospi- tality as he has graciously. You will find men and women who have ceased to worry about what is past and gone and can never be recalled, looking forward, hopefully, seeking little, willing to give much, There is no section of the country that does not feel the depressing in- fluence of these times. There are few sections harder hit than this. There is less complaint here than in moré fortunate districts. The man who has lived here long will tell you that con- ditions now are better than they were in the severe winters of homestead days, when the country was new, the roads were prairie trails, there was no livestock and no poultry, only the great white silence over a wilderness of snow. We who live near these people should be very proud of them and we are. We may well absorb some of the spirit with which they are meet- ing a crisis. We may well estimate the human side of a great and ab- sorbing drama. We owe them much. It should be a privilege, and it is, to aid them in such ways as we may and can. It is a time to dismiss need- less anxiety. It is a time to be! cheered and inspired by the spirit of | this people. It is a time to be better neighbors. The northwest has seen) human drama before. Its history! probably will never again record, however, a finer demonstration of the spirit of a people who are the chil. dren of a big, broad land than is now evidenced. A man who will fight for himself is always worth fighting for. We owe that to our neighbors of thes2 times, It is a time for human serv-| ice. The duty is before us all. As we mect it, and discharge it we shall! glorify this thing we call life. Wej shall learn to love our neighbors as ourselves and we shall lay up treas- | ures in heaven where neither mot. nor rust can corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal. peek eg ee | AS—KNEW HIM WELL Fort Worth, Tex.—No trouble at all | did J. C. Williams have in getting out of/jury duty in the trial of A. L. McNutt, up for robbery. Williams was | taken before McNutt, and Prosecutor | Will Parker put the usual question, “Do you know this defendant?” to him. “Yes,” Williams answered.! “How well do you know him?” Park- er asked. Williams smiled and re- plied, “He held me up two years ago.” He was excused. UNGRATEFUL Fort Worth, Tex.—Mrs. Lizzie Southerland has found, contrary to! common belief, that kindness does not | pay. A 14-year-old hobo recently came to her home and she gave him a@ home and™something to eat. The same night the youth slipped up be- Sheep, especially when it comes to any form of art. Instead of enjoy- hind her and attempted to choke her. ee eC WWI nL Eun Now to Boil It Down! ° | © blind engineer and manufacturer, Ha- gerstown, Ind. * <a oe | pone) come back.—Ralph Capone, | ple, Ashland (Wis.) editor and lec- Quotations | | ol | od Vision is not very important in the | making of a man.—Ralph Teeter,|% Waterworks of our own.—*General” Jacob 8. Coxey, newly-elected mayor of * The day will come when Chicago) der brother of “Scarface Al,” * * # 7 If the utilities won't sell, we'll build | We have become a race of loungers. ki —Louis Rorimer, celebrated designer Massillon, O. * Oe OK turer. | * * | of “period” furniture. | ko ok | I may be writing Finis to my career {as a public man, but I did what I H. G. Wells is one of England's Pied | thought was right—Ramsay MacDon- will be damned glad to have Al (Ca- | Pipers of Socialism.—John B, Chap- | ald, British premier. La Her screams frightened him away, | | ARKNESS plot FLY, who she her ‘brother, the murder JUPITER, and tater ran down and killed hi OWEN of JUPITER, long absent, urns from Europe with a wo- father orders to rout Mary to ace Bo- e wen or continue investiga tion, M uhe goes Miami on the Jupiter yacht will believe Bruce's charges. Mary Koes because Bo ‘ABOR, Mary is introduced to COUNT DE LOMA. De Lomn fs listed ns owner of ‘The EF indefinably threatening went out of the air. “You women!” he said, “You beat me. I would have believed anyone who told me you’d sprung at each other’s throats, but that you'd actually help each other out—” He paused—quick suspicion in his eyes, Mary and the Countess exchanged a slow look which they were careful to keep as expression- less as possible. “Wait a minute,” Bruce said. “Perhaps I've swallowed this a lit- tle too weadily, Perhaps you have had time to arrange this before I came in. Miss Harkness is merely backing up your story when the truth is—quite different, perhaps?” Bruce's eyes probed the Countess’, who flushed. “That’s enough!” Mary answered, angrily. ‘Leave my room, please!” aeraccn “Presently. But first”—his voice and which was like the crack of a whip—“if aS ie the car wie ithat is Miss Harkness’ bracelet, poug rimental purposes in his nen Bowen overhears Hruce and Loulse quarreling — bect abe cannot explain where dinmond bracelet. Lou! Jonned Mary money ai bracelet na security. Brace thi it was De Loma who gave Louise the bracelet. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIV ‘ARY dropped the Countess’ arm, on which the bracelet glittered, and went wonderingly to the door. Bruce stood qutside. He seemed surprised to see Louise, but came in at Mary’s invitation, stopping just within the door, His indifference, reported by Bowen, was a mask, Mary saw with a twinge of pity. Little liking as she had for the wilful, selfish young man, she could not help a feeling of shanie for her sex at seeing him made to suffer so at the hands of a woman of Louise's sort. He came forward with head low-} ered, eyes searching the faces of the two women. “I wish to ask some questions,” te said deliberate- ly, “Louise tells me you are in need of money?” He looked at Mary as he spoke. Louise started to rise, but he mo- tioned her back. “Sit down! You have told me two stories. Now I'm going to tind out which {s correct.” Then to Mary “Well?” “I was, but I’m not now,” Mary said. “But why? How does that concern you?” “Never mind. is that your brace- let?” He pointed. Mary did not even turn her head to look. “Of course!” she said impatiently. Bruce stared at her, then at the faintly defiant, triumphant Louise. Mary could guess what the Count- ess’ state of mind must be at this unexpected corroboration of her lie. Without. wasting a glance-on.her, Mary advanced on Bruce, taking ad- vantage of his momentary confu- sion, It was not the answer he had expected. That was clear. “Why are you interested in my affairs suddenly?” she asked. “Real- ly, I should have thought -you would be glad to hear of my finan- cial embarrassment!” “You really did—borrow from Louise?” he asked stupidly. “Why shouldn't 12” Mary cried in an exasperated tone. “She had luck yesterday. 1 hadn't. If she is willing to share with me—” Bruce stared—then laughed. The tension that had held him taut as a spring when he came in was give it to her!” pase stood up, breathing hard. There was veiled appeal in the look she threw at Mary. Mary held out her hand, smiling wryly, as if to say, “Oh, humor him. What does it matter?” Reassured by that Interchange of glances, the Countess now did her part as well or better than Mary had done hers, Regally, she slipped off the diamond circlet and laid it in the girl's hand. “But naturally,” she said calmly, giving her a friendly smile, “I trust you.” Bruce hesitated, obviously unsure of himself. Mary was too quietly exultant over her victory to be other than magnanimous. “I'm sorry you have been—em- barrassed,” she said gently, “And I—beg your pardon,” Brace replied 'a bit stiffy. Then, evident- ly coming to the conclusion that he had made rather an ass of himself, he fairly bolted from the room. Mary stood still in the middle of the room, holding the bracelet to her breast. She was trembling; the thrill of victory was racing through her veins. First blood! She had tricked Louise out of the most important piece of evi- dence yst secured against The Fly. And the Fly did not know she had it. What was the best thing to do with it? Where would it be safe? There was a small cabinet safe in Mr. Jupiter's cabin on the “Gypsy,” and it had able guardians. She re- solved to put it there for safekeep- ing at the earliest possible moment. Eddie's I, O. U., too, That small Piece of paper had its importance, also. She couldn’t go out to the yacht now—it lacked less than an hour of dinner-time. At seven the Jupi- ter party was to meet in the lobby of the roof dining-rcom, The Fly had promised to be there, too. Al- though she dreaded the encounter, it was just what she had hoped for —an opportunity to disarm the man’s suspicions, if he had any (ap- parently his colossal conceit did not permit him to fear detection), And since she had come off so well last night she had thought of an even more dangerous experi- ment which she meant to try with- out Mr. Jupiter's knowledge, for she was sure he would never consent, She would wear the rubies tonight! By dangling them under the very nose of The Fly she was sure be would never rest until he had got hold of them. By sharpening his appetite she might succeed in hurry- ing him into an attempt to make broken by that laugh, Something off with them. And, if Bates and with Gilbert Swan New York, Nov. 28.—You never can tell, in this man’s town, when and where you'll come upon the front- | Page folk of yesteryear. They have a way, in New York, of dropping out of sight. Yet their hope of a spotlight comeback seems never to die. Just a few weeks back, I dropped in after theater at one of the late spots in Greenwich Village. And there, at- |tracting no great amount of atten- tion, was an attractive and capable entertainer. Her name was Evelyn Thaw—may- be you remember it! * ee She had, it seemed, been appearing there for several weeks. One or two of the gossipy pdragraphers had men- tioned her presence in passing. And that was all! No longer could any hue and cry be raised at the mention of her name. Someone reminded me that the child that figured so prominently in the front-page tragedy of another gen- eration was a grown young man, and was fast becoming an aviator of some consequence. A few nights later, Evelyn was no longer there. An attractive and ca- pable dancer was the attraction of the evening. Her name was Evan Burrows Fon- taine! Remember the famous “love child” case? x And speaking of night spots, re- minds me that the authorities have put an end to the vogue for lisping, falsetto-voiced young men. Last winter any number of them were heading the floor show program of the smart places. quoted and requoted by the tabloid !column penners and was “built” into the status of a town personality. Fin- ally he operted his own night club but it didn’t last. Meanwhile, word was passed round that the oficials would frown on fur- ther efforts to display the cavortings of certain performers of the female impersonator type. And so another of Manhattan’s oh- the others would help her, lead him straight into a trap. She went to her dressing-table and put the bracelet in her hand- bag, where the I. O. U. already was hidden, With the bag tucked under her arm she went into the hall. Louise, of course, was relying on her to return the bracelet when Bruce's eyes were turned the other way, She must have been surprised at Mary’s unexpected support of her lie, but she evidently considered it just the quixotic act of one woman helping another pull her chestnuts out of the fire. Mary disliked Bruce enough to do it for tre fun of an- noying him, she probably reasoned. She would go on thinking so until she found out that Mary did not mean to give the bracelet back. Then, look out! Louise would have®to account to De Loma sooner or later for its loss, If she were angry enough she might set him to get it back for her secretly. Unquestionably he would scent a graver reason for its being withheld and then—she shiv- ered as she realized the lengths to which he might go to recover it. MAP knew she must act quickly it the bracelet were to be put beyond his reach. She resolved to go downstairs at once and put the two objects in the hotel safe until she could take them out to the yacht. Bates was coming down the cor- ridor as she stepped into the hall. He looked hot, dusty and tired. She remembered that she had not seen him all day. “Hello,” she greeted him cheer- fully. “Where’ve you been?” “Oh, out end around,” he an- swered, noncomittally, “Here and there. Come along and I'll tell you about it.” There was something in his man- ner—a sort of electric excitement— that intrigued her. She waited as he rapped at Mr, Jupiter's door, and followed him inside. They found Mr. Jupiter at his open sitting-room window, which looked out over the bay, a palm- leaf fan in his hand and a cold glass at his elbow. His stockinged feet were elevated to the seat of a chair, and his shirt was open at the throat. “Come in, come in. What’s up? You just getting back, Bates?” He motioned them to chairs. “Where’ve you been?” Bates mopped his grimy counte- nance. “Following a crazy man,” he answered bitterly. “I’m telling you, that guy is crazy as a loon!” “Here, have a drink,” Jupiter of- fered. When the returned traveler had cooled his parched throat he brightened visibly, “Well, when you turned back this morning, boss, I saw your son and the lady were fixing to lose me, too. Young love and all that, you know. So I let on I wanted to have a look at the town—it’s an old settlement, with a historic court house, you know, They put me down on the public square and went on down to the beach where tho ‘Shore Din- ner’ sign pointed. “I sat down on the court house lawn for a minute to cool off. I guess I kinda dozed off, with my hat shading my eyes, but pretty soon I saw out of the tail of my eye @ man standing a few feet away, staring up at the court house steeple! It was De Loma. I couldn't believe my eyes. What was‘he do- ing out there? And staring: like he'd never seen a building before! Well, that’s a famous old court house, but it wasn’t that kind of a stare. You know what I mean? He Jean Malin was; Daily Health Service. Can Cut Down Danger to By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association In 1930 over 18,000 children were killed in accidents in the United States, and a large number were se- riously injured. In a recent report of the subject, Dr. H. J. Stack points out that cHil- dren who are worried about affairs at home or at school are more prone to accidents than those who are not worried. Tired children are also pe- culiarly lable to accidents. An inves- tigation made in New York city showed that accidents to children on the city streets are of maximum inci- dence in the hours of the late after- ne oon. This is, of course, the time when children are coming home from school or else when they are playing in the street. The morning hours involve just as much walking on the streets as do the hours-in the afternoon, but in the afternoon period the children are tired and responses are slower and senses are less acute, and their judg- ment of distances and of time and their coordination are disturbed. In his investigation, Dr. Stack found that all normal children love adventure and unless this craving is! ACCIDENTS PERIL TIRED CHILD | | Children by Education and Efficient Control of Motorist Traffic a ta i supplied by suitable competitive sport under controlled conditions, by scout« ting, by camping, football or some sim. ilar activity, the child is likely to gej his thrills by hitching, running across the street, jumping from high places, or similar Pear ita) ‘The method of teaching apparently most successful in causing children to avoid accidents is the demonstra. tion method with an artificial acci- dent. In the place of such demon- strations an effective substitute is the’ story lesson with the demonstration of the effect of wrong action. An interesting observation is the fact that accidents occur just as fre- quently to the more intelligent chil- dren as to the less intelligent. The intelligent quotients, as determined by intelligence tests, do not seem to offer @ criterion of behavior in an actual situation. There are two ways in which the incidence of accidents may be at- tacked: (1) through education of those who are the subjects of the ac- cidents; (2) through control of those who are likely to cause accidents. Mo- torists, particularly the drivers of trucks, must be taught to respect signs indicating the neighborhood of a school or @ children’s playground. s0-different entertainment fads disap- peared overnight. Meanwhile, old-timers of Gotham find themselves disturbed over the continued invasion of famous old mansions by new domos of the night world. Within the season, half a dozen famous palaces of fashion have found themselves turned into gay spots where the spenders gather to sing, dance and’make merry. ‘The Clews’ home, where some of the smart sets’ most exclusive affairs were once staged, now is The Man- sion, a very swanky resort. The old Woolworth place, one of the show- spots of the mid-Fifties, is now the Club Napoleon, quite the most popu- lar of the current play-spots. The Surf, the Stork, Leon and Eddies, the Park Avenue Club and half a dozen others have taken over many of the town’s most elegant homes. In the late Thirties, the palace of @ countess is now a well patronized speakeasy. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) xa TODAY 1S THE WORLD looked all greeny around the gills, like he was fascinated by it—and seared, too, maybe. I never saw just the same look on a man’s face before in my life. No, sir, I never! “Says I to myself, oh ho! some- thing’s up. I kept my eye on him, though he couldn’t see me—least- ways not my face. Pretty soon ho turned around like a man in a trance and walked away with his head down, not looking where he was going. bas | SAT up and watched him. And then, just as he was crossing the middle of the street, down the road driving hell-bent for election like he always does, came your chauffeur, Tom, in that big Lorimor car. De Loma jumped back quick, but at that Tom had to swerve way out to keep from hitting him. Made Tom hopping mad. He yelled at him and says, ‘Why don’t you do your sleeping in bed?’ and De Loma yelled something back—I didn’t catch what. And he just stood there, shaking all over. And he was green in the face tkat time —his eyes all but popping out of his head. “He looked at the license plate, and when he saw the number he just stood and gaped. A native was standing by the curb, and he asks him, ‘Whose car is that? like the native ought to know, and if he didn’t tell he’d shake it out of him. But the guy just shook his head, easy-like. And De Loma went into a drugstore quick and I went in the barbershop next door and watched till he came out. He went over to his car, parked along the courthouse curbing—one of those ‘Drive It Yourself’ busses and got in and set out for town. “I went in the drugstore, and asked the soda-fountain boy about him—if he did any telephoning and So on, But the boy said no, all he asked for was a bromo seltzer, double strength. But a funny thing had happened, he said. “There was a big clean space, square, on the wall up beside the fly-specked mirror where some kind of picture must have hung until very recently, Tho nail was still there. ‘He pulled that picture down and tore it up in a thousand Pieces,’ the boy told me. He was worried for fear his boss was going to be sore. Seems he was proud of that picture—it was some guy he knew that had since got famous. “He's framed this picture to keep it nice because he was specially proud of it. That was because the man in the picture was born there, in the village, and he knew him since he was a boy.” Bates paused thoughtfully and put a hand in the baggy pocket of his linen coat. “I asked the boy who it was, but he didn’t know. He was just a young punk, the clerk, He didn’t remember anything about it. But he told me I could look in the back room where he’d thrown the pieces and maybe I could put them to gether again.” Out of the pocket Bates now lift- ed a newspaper parcel. Inside were: hundreds of small bits of card- board, the torn fragments of the picture De Loma had demolished. Bates balanced the odd package on his open palm. Mary and Mr. Jupi- ter stared at the heap, fascinated. “Who could it be?” Mary whis- ered, “That,” said Henry Bates, care- fully folding his parcel together again, “is what I am going to spend the next couple of hours finding out.” (To Be Continued) /AR AN IVERSARY (8) REVEAL SECRET PACT On Nov. 28, 1917, the text of an al- leged secret treaty between France, Great Britain, Russia and Italy was given out at Petrograd. The “agreement” sanctioned the ‘annexation by Italy of certain terri- tory for entering the Entente Alli- ance. The “agreement” also engaged to brand as inadmissible the interven- tion of Pope Benedict with a view to ‘sto) the war. Pine ‘document was said to have! been signed in London April 26, | by Sir Edward (later Viscount) Grey, ; former foreign secretary; Paul Cam-| bon, French ambassador to Great Britain; and Count Benckendorff, Russian ambassador to Great Brit- tb was also said to contain a memo- randum from the Italian ambassador at London to the Foreign Office and Ithe Allied ambassadors. ‘According to the Bolshevist revela- tions, Italy was to have the assistance of the French and British naval forces until the Austrian navy was Cat Italy was to receive ‘Trentino, Southern Tyrol to the Bren- ner Pass, Trieste, Istria, and Dalmat- ta, with additional geographical boun- daries outlined in great detail. »————. a | BARBS | —— Crime, says a scientist, is caused by glands. Second story men are prob- ably victims of monkey glands. xe & Anyway, Thecdore Dreiser will | henceforth be more careful about) toothpicks in public, 2 A London rubber company pays girls to test wearing qualities of shoes | with rubber ‘soles. American co-eds | should take advantage of this to make some profit on the way back revival. And so, probably, is Aimed Semple McPherson Hutton. * * OR A Hollywood syndicate was found to be distributing liquor instead of films. Which makes it appear that talkies are turning into speakeasies. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.), Alleged Deserter Is Back at Fort Lincoln Raymond Rohrdaher, alleged ta have deserted from Fort Lincoln about five weeks ago, is back at the U. S. army post here awaiting action by, post officials. f Rohrdaher was arrested in Mandan Thursday, according to Chris J. Mar< tineson, Bismarck chief of police. Martineson said Rohrdaher, who is 20 years old, is accused of forging the signature of a captain at Fort Lincoln) to a check which he cashed at a local clothing store and also of attempting to pass another forged check at an other store. . GOES TO HEBRON Rev. A. E. Stuernagel, who has been conducting evangelical services in Bis- marck, has left for Hebron, where ha will open a similar series Sunday in the Full Gospel Tabernacle. Before 1920, out of every eight women married in England, one was a widow. In 1929, out of 42,316 brides, only 2489 were widow STICKERS 2, Can you take three matches away from the above design and leave but two triangles? | FLAPPER, FANNY SAYS: | \ from automobile rides. * OK Business experts are looking: for a A girl’s account often goes in the red to keep her in the pink. 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