The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, December 4, 1931, Page 4

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(Official City, State and County Newspaper) Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, LEVINGS & BREWER (Incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON Honest Ballots Regardless of their political affilia- tions, many North Dakotans will sup- port the proposal to tighten the ab- sent voters ballot, suggested by the Nonpartisan League, if enough sign- ers are obtained to place the matter) on the ballot in March. The reason is obvious to anyone who takes the slightest trouble to an- alyze the election laws of the state as they have been in the past or as they now are. vote which is so common as to be a well-understood by-word in politics. Interpreting Christmas is a benevolent old saint somewhere, far to the north, who locks up his travels around the world with a bot- tomless pack of toys. Children’s eyes hold a little of the glory of the Beth- lehem star-shine as they hang up their stockings on the magic night. 'Maybe they are hungry. Cold, too, perhaps. And disappointed. But ;Santa Claus won't fail thém, they tell themselves. They remember that he has stood on the corner and asked them ex- 00] actly what they wanted. He has pocketed their letters. They saw him do it. Secure in their dreams, they go to sleep. But a great many children are go- ing to have lumps in their throats, when they waken on Christmas morn- 00] ing unless we get busy. They are go- ing to be hurt and baffled when they, find limp stockings where they had expected them to be so plump and gay and merry. They are going to bury their heads in the blankets to crush the sobs while they wonder why they were forgotten. And ever after the tinsel gleam will mean nothing. A world in which Santa Claus will take all of his toys to somebody else can never be quite 80 lovely to a little boy or girl again. It is up to us to see that no wist- ful youngsters wonder why Santa’ Claus crossed their addresses from his calling list. If we interpret the spirit of giving as we should, every stocking will be fat and every child’s voice will be as lilting as a Christ- mas carol. ‘The large number of children who) are dependent on our generosity for their faith in Christmas brings back the thought that this is a season of giving, not of exchanging. The wise men didn’t give their gifts to each other. They brought them to one who couldn’t repay them in like coin. It takes such a little to make a child happy. A doll or a horn or spinning top and a candy cane for the top of the stocking. But he won't forget. After a while when he is older and understands that Santa Claus is All of us have been trained to re- gard the ballot as a sacred thing, as, the ultimate evidence of citizenship. ‘The right to vote is the major dif- ference between a citizen and an alien living in this country. Essen- tially, it was the right to vote that was in issue when the fathers of the nation rallied to the cry of “tax- ation without representation is ty- ranny.” Each of us has a voice in government only through the ballot. In fact and by reason of historical association, therefore, it is a precious thing. But the tradition of sacredness van- ishes when we see one man carrying a bale of votes in his pocket. The fact that all of them may eventually be honestly and fairly voted does not dim the fact that they may also be; dishonestly and unfairly voted. In the face of such a situation, the ten- dency of the average man is to feel that his one small vote counts for little when arrayed against 40 or 100 votes of another man which can pos- sibly be cast (illegally of course) and counted against him. It is no secret that election frauds are not unknown in North Dakota. ‘When we read that ballot boxes have been tampered with in elections else- where we have no right to adopt a Holier-than-thou mien. Some frauds have been perpetrated right here in| Bismarck and Burleigh county. They have occurred elsewhere. In the case of Senator-elect Bank- , head of Alabama, now before a sen- ate sub-committee, there are said to be evidences of unfair balloting in| that state. The intimation is that dead persons came back to life long enough to have their votes cast and counted. This resurrection was, of course, technical rather than real— but the votes were counted just the same. In other instances, we hear, per- sons who had not been residents of ' Alabama for 10 years cast absent voters ballots. In that period, it would Seem, such persons probably had es- tablished residences elsewhere. If they voted it was merely because they were asked to do so and because they had sufficient disregard for honest government to yield to whatever temptations were offered. Generally speaking, initiated legis- lation is not always good legislation. ‘Under the-constitution, the major job of making laws is delegated to the elected representatives of the people and the proper thing, usually, is to Jeave the task in their hands. But legislation which makes it pos- sible to place a hundred or a thou- sand ballots in the hands of a politi- cal agent, as the North Dakota law- makers did last winter, is hardly pro- tecting the sanctity of the ballot. It may be that this is a situation upon which. the people should speak, directly and forcefully. The important thing is not the method used to curb unfair election practices but that they be curbed, Because the Nonpartisans are circu- lating the present petition is no in- dication that they are “lily white” with regard to the proposition or| that their political opponents are “kettle black.” A survey of election frauds probably would show they have not been limited to one faction or party. The identity of the political group circulating the petition does not af- fect the major question. The need is that one man’s vote be made to count for as much as any other, man’s; that laws for the living be made by the living, not by anyone having access to the “graveyard” only the spirit of Christmas, he will remember gratefully that life didn't) fail him. He won't be afraid to trust it again. But if is stocking is bare, not all the tinsel glamour of aj} the ever- green trees in the whole wide world can ever quite bring back the charm. LaFollette’s Statement If widespread public debate on the virtues and defects of our present eco- nomic system is a good thing, then Governor Phil LaFollette of Wiscan- sin has done us all a service by de- livering to the Wisconsin legislature that surprisingly radical message of Whatever else that message may, or may not accomplish, it will at least, start people talking. And that— whether you agree with Governor La- Follette’s ideas or not—will, all in all, be good for us. One trouble with us in the past decade was that we were too uncrit- ical. We hurled a cry of “Bolshevik” at anyone who suggested anything might need changing. We are get- ting over that now. Anyone who can set us re-examining our cherished beliefs, and marshalling anew our arguments for them, is doing us a good turn, More Brains—Less Muscle The agricultural depression has confronted the farmer with a situa- tion in which his own intelligence must be his chief reliance, says Dr. R. L, Adams, professor of farm man- agement at the University of Call- fornia. Addressing the California Farm Bureau Federation recently, Dr. Adams pointed out that farmers gen- erally are working harder nowadays, and doing more of their own werk,| than has been the case in years; and he added: #Now, more than ever before, It {s imperative that more brains be mixed with muscle in the art and business) of farming. In good times, one part of brains and eleven parts of muscle will do the trick. In times such as these, eleven parts of brains and one part of muscle will offer a better pre- scription for the ills of agriculture.” Editorial Comment Editorials printed below show the trend of thought by other editors. wi They are published without regard to whether they agree or disagree with The Tribune's poli! Charity Never Faileth (New York Times) Reports from a hundred communi- ties the country over in which com- munity chest drives have been com- pleted are encouraging. Most of them have exceeded their quotas and the rest have fallen short by small mar- gins only—the total being 99.2 per cent of the amount that was sought. Another gratifying fact is that this) total is 14 per cent beyond the re- Sponse of @ year ago—when the com- munity chests made an excellent’ showing. The explanation is doubtless that People feel more generally the obli- gation to contribute to the mainte- nance of local charities and to help their neighbors in distresses with which these months have made them acquainted. It is stated that 30 per cent of what is retsed is to be used for unemployment relief — which means that the usual charities will Probably find their funds somewhat lesserted, though the lower cost of living may make up a fair share of the difference. Many things can be changed from & harmless substance to a poison by Most youngsters believe that there toy factory on Christmas Eve al Watch Your Step! : 5 | New York, Dec. 4.—It was with con- siderable effort that I elbowed my way through congested groups of “about-towners,” and found myself shoved toward a round table where sat four elderly, plump and neigh- borly-looking women. “There they are,” whispered my guide. . . . “The guests of honor!” Suddenly I wished more than any- thing in the world that graves could open and my good Grandmother Swan could walk into the reception room. For way back in one of those dark- ened corners of my “subconscious” a far-away scene was reconstructed. The contents of a boy’s pockets had tumbled to the floor during the pro- cess of a button-sewing operation. Revealed to my grandmother's horri- fied eyes were some 20 tiny portraits of gay charmers dressed in tights— you remember: they came in cigaret kages! ar here were the “wicked, wicked + Oh so very naughty” sirens whose busty, hour-glass figures adorned the lurid posters o nthe ge doors! * % Yes, there was Rose Sydell, star and owner of the “London Belles” that trouped the nation for 20 years or more; Viola Sheldon, “the ‘Cali- fornia Nightingale”; Minnie Henshaw and Annie Ashley. a ery It all happened @ reception staged by Bernard Sobel in celebra- tion of “Burleycue,’. his recent his- tory of burlesque in America. “And you know,” began Mrs. Viola Hastings (she was Viola Sheldon), “I try to hide my identity ever so care- fully and live quietly in Brooklyn. For you know how people think about | burlesque now. It’s nothing but a strip show. Burlesque as we knew it 1s about dead. Do you know we couldn't even use the word damn in a show? And we had to be so care- ful where and when we dressed girls in tights. 4 “I got my first job in California, and at first I refused to appear if they made me wear tights. I was a singer and I wanted a chance. They offered me $5 more a week if J} put them on.” Mrs. Hastings, now independently well off, is prominent in Brooklyn club circles today. And she puts it “she has ug art anyone!” * * Rose Sydell is blond, handsome and quietly reserved. Back in 1895, how- ever, that “diantond butterfly” she wore on her breast .. . and those plumes , . . that figure .. , those knows! Hers was one of the most success- ful troups on the road. She made a@ neat fortune for those times and bought real estate, She has a good income and winters in Florida. Wil- liam Campbell, her husband and » wrote most of the skits. Minnie Henshaw was “ostracized” socially when she went on the stage. Her mother was @ countess. “I haven't been to. a burlesque show in 20 years and will never go again,” she insisted. “There were real show- folk in my time; today the’ gifls do ented but make spectacles of them- selves.” (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) [BARBS | oS ES A Minnesota man, arrested under a bed, said he was “looking for a for- mer sweetheart.” Probably thought he'd find her wandering around un- der there, a _* @ Franklin D. ‘Roosevelt and Newton D. Baker seem to have the inside track as Democratic presidential pos- sibilities. But “Alfalfa Bill” Murray Murray still has a show. OR Soccer is the most popular interna- tional sport. ‘Looks like it ought, to be sockim. ee But unless La Belle France be- comes more agreeable, the world will probably soccer. em ok Laughter shook the rafters in a courtroom when Eddie Cantor testi- fied. Nearly brought the house down. * * & With King Carol, Queen Marie, Prince Nicholas or Princess Ileana making page one every day, looks like California's press agents are little po- tatoes beside Rumania’s. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) ee f Quotations 1 a It’s all together different in the ring than in the gym.—Benny Leon- STICKERS It 1s possible to cut Figure | into two pieces that will fit together to form Figure 2. The two parts of Figure 1, however, must not be tumed around. Can you doit? we merely changing the arrangement of the atoms of which they are made. tights—oo la Ja. . . . Ask dad, he ard, ex-lightweight champion, tempting a~“comeback.” * * * Nobody loves the officer who en- forces the law and keeps the peace. pera ca Judge Bourquin, Trenton, N. J, ee % I hold it is fundamental that every man is entitled to work and provide for himself and his family.—Con- a hotel fete. at- ra Bruce makes racelet to Mary, it was stolen from a8 to Dirk ar- rives with the party of CORNE- LIA TABOR, Mary's rival. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIX Gometinn during the remainder of that first dance, which had become a horrible nightmare to Mary, she was aware of a severe bump—and looked arouud to see Bates, perspiring and apologetic, piloting a strange woman awkward- Jy nearby. De Lomi tart and quick leap aside startled her more than the collision between the two couples. ‘Though Bates bemoaned his clumsi- ness ‘and begged a thousand par- dons, De Loma’s look would have slain him {f it could, It was riot until she and Bates Were left alone together at the table while De Loma, to whom there was no dance but the tango, Went to Speak to the orchestra leader, that she learned the little incident had been intentional. i “He's got a gun,” Bates whispered to Mary, as soon as the other two were out of hearing distance. “He carries it on the right side. Sorry to have to take that method of find- ing out, but I wanted to be sure. Did I step on you?” “Some,” Mary confessed, wrig- gling a bruised toe, “but anything for the cause. So that was it! I thought you simply had two left feet.” “Tbave. But Lord, nobody could dance with that dame anyhow. She wiggles. They never danced like that back in Buffalo, when I was learning.” The press of so many extra guests had made service slow; Mary noticed that their dinner was still in itsearly stages. Unless he chose to walk out and leave his food un- eaten, Dirk was committed to re- main where he was for some time, @t least. Well, she would: make that time memorable for him, she resolved fiercely, Mr. Jupiter, who had been roam- ing restlessly along the low ‘wall that edged the roof, ostensibly look- ing at the Ambassador's famous “view,” now came back and leaned down to speak to her; = “Mary, I'm going down to the ‘Gypsy.’ I can't sit here and see that fellow gyrating around out there like a—like a damned top! He ought to be dancing on the end of a rope, By God, I'll put him gressman David J. Lewis of Mary- land. * * ®, “ In Russia.the citizen seems to be more nearly contented than in any, other. But I don’t want to live there. —Ray Long, editor and writer. x * * There is no denying the fact that. atheism is increasing.—Dr, J. A. Leas, Holy Trinity Let ae ag * 8 I'see no reason why any good Dem- ocrat could not make a winning rac next year. — Governor Albert C. Ritchie of Maryland. He TODAY aN ERARY ASKS WAR ON AUSTRIA ‘On Dee. 4, 1917, President Wilson in. his second war message to a joint session of congress urged a declara- tion of war against Austria-Hungary. President Wilson also gave a broad inevitably spring out of other part- nerships.in real peace.” President Wilson also transmitted the following message to the king of Rumania: “The people of the United States have watched with feeling of warm- est sympathy and admiration the courageous struggle of Your Majesty and the people of Rumania to pre- serve from, the domination of Ger- man militarism their national integ- rity and freedom. “The government of the United States is determined to continue to assist Rumania in this struggle. At the same time I wish to assure Your Majesty that the United. States will support Rumania after the war to, the best of its ability, and that in any final negotiations for peace it will use its constant efforts to see to it that the integrity of Rumania as a free and indepengent nation is ade- quately saf led.” . FREAK PLANE An inventor in Italy has designed an airplane supported by a single disk-shaped wing that is rotated to serve as a propeller and is filled with gas to increase its lifting power. there, too! watch him.” He did indeed look as {f he were ‘under,a severe strain. Mary said she would follow soon, and added im: an undertone to Bates, “Hadn't you better go with him?” Bates appeared worried. The olf man looked far from well, but there was the necklace to think of. Jupiter moved to the parapet again to see it he could pick’ out' the .“Gypsy's” lights, and Bates and Ty ex changeW thoughtful looks. “I'll put him in a cab anyhow,” he finally decided, “and be right back.” He hesitated, “I don’t like to leave you here alone, though— and I want to stop and see how the boys are coming with the searching of De Loma’s room.” “I'm not afraid,” Mary assured him, “Don't be long, though. Hurry back!” “Listen! You better give me that!” Bates leaned forward, an anxious furrow cutting its way down the middle of his plump, pink forehead. “With that gun The Fly’s Mable to think he can stand ’em all off and try something des- perate.” si “But I can’t give it to you, here!” Mary whispered impatientiy. “Nobody's looking. Pall your wrap up while you unfasten it, Drop it in your napkin and Jay the napkin on the table, and I'll pick it up. I'll watch.” Mary did as he said, tcoking | around languidly at her unobserv- ing neighbors as ghe pressed the clasp and let the heavy loop of gems drop into her lap. Hastily she cov- ered them with the napkin and laid the napkin on the table with as nonchalant an air as she could muster. | ‘ It makes me sick to R. JUPITER was tramping around the room to ‘the exit. Mary suddenly saw De Loma and the orchestra leader end their con- fab, and De Loma turn and walk swiftly toward their table. “He's coming!” Bates rose hur- rledly as she spoke, grabbing the napkin and stuffing it in bis inside pocket quickly. He cut straight across the room and caught up with Mr. Jupiter at the door. De Loma dropped into the chair beside her. He had recovered his aplomb somewhat. “Ah, these American orchestras!” he scoffed. “They know nothing but the jazz. Would you believe he has not a single tango on the program for tonight? I told him, ‘Play me the tango, and yon will see something!’ He will play it, but he thinks not many in this crowd can dance it— they are older folk, mostly. For them he plays the waltz!” He shook his head in amazement. “What good is riches if you can only dance the waltz!” He was deadly earnest about it, and in her relief at having the necklace out of her possession and safely tucked away in Bates’ pocket, Mary almost laughed. She was see- ing a new and strange side of the man, but one that was as genuine in its way as his:less respectable phases. 4 Then-he noticed that the other places at their table were empty. “They bave gone and left us, eh? The old one? And Bates, too? Ah, but the night fs young!” He turned toward her, switching on his pas- sionate manner as if it had been an electric light, He made as if to take her hand, but Mary moved away convulsively. So long as he did not try to make love to her, she could endure him--but not that. Now she became aware of some thing under the napkin on which her right hand rested—something oe Daily Health Service GIVE YOUR STOMACH SOME CONSIDERATION—IT PAYS By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association mitting food to the stomach. results. sistency. The stomach is capable of standing & good deal of punishment and does. However, a willing horse can be over- worked and it is wot safe to overtax Doctor. that the poet in good health whose various systems and organs are work- ing normally {s not likely to have any round, hard, like a handful of peb- bles—the necklace! Bates hadn't taken it after all! In his hurry he had seized an empty one and stuffed it in his pocket without looking— and the Jupiter necklace was still here; underneath her hand. She might have picked it up and put it on again—afterward it oc eturred to her that that had been the sensible thing to do. But at the moment she was too panicky. te ee LMOST as if he read her thoughts, De Loma suddenly no- ticed the absence of the rubies. “You have—lost your necklace?” he asked in a choking voice, point- ing to her throat, “Oh, no,” she managed to laugh. “I was so warm, and the stones are so heaty, I just took it off.” He drew in a deep sucking breath and leaned back, his sinister face telaxed. She saw his eyes creeping over ier, the table, her handbag, searching it out. “But you had me frightened for a minute!” he chided her. “Such a valuable string could easily become —lost in a crowd like this.” “I asked Mr. Bates to-lock it up for me,” she said, deliberately, an- swering his unspoken question. His face hardened, seemed to lock to- gether as if he were shutting in his feelings with a titanic effort. He was silent so long that Mary began to wonder if he were going to speak to her again atall. At that moment the orchestra began to play “Two Tears.” : Unsmiling, he tapped out his cigaret and said “It is the tango. Will you dance it with me?” “Will you pick up my glove, please?” Mary asked, on sudden in- spiration, “I think I dropped it over there.” Surprised, he bent over and made an‘effort to locate the glove, which lay where she had thrown it—under the table. There was nothing for him to do but get down on his knees and pick it up. In that moment, Mary unclasped her purse on the table, sipped the necklace into it and clasped it again. She was shaking out a fresh handkerchief to account for that loud snap of the handbag’s fastener —if he had heard it—when he arose, flushed and patently ill- pleased, from his chivalrous errand. The problem was far from solved, Mary realized, but it was the best she could do for the moment. Where on earth was Bates, she wondered furiously? His, “I'll hurry right back,” had been spoken at least half an hour ago—or so it seemed to her now. Reluctantly she rose and let De Loma’s arm encircle her. She dread- ed to dance—with Dirk . there, wi She couldn't bear it if he looked at her agsin—like that. De Loma broke in upon her thoughts, nodding toward the table. “Do you leave your purse there like that? How careless you are!” “It’s safe enough,” she shrugged. And indeed, she felt, the danger ‘was about the seme either way— whether she left: {t ere’s | blow. “Not dance? But this ts the tango they are playing expressly for you and me! Here,” he reached out and-stuffed the handbag into his pocket, “I will take care of that for you. Come!” Wzre. oh, where had Bates gone and why; didn’t he come The digestive system includes the mouth, the throat, the esophagus, the stomach, the small and large intes- tines. The mouth breaks up the food and contributes through bic ag @ sub- It is, however, a fairly long tube, and if !t becomes inflamed or develops bast or varicose veins or any other typ: by 1 thing is on the market. This clock is i of disturbance, @ serious condition, <-¢ on retiring at night, then, in the , Wy Physicians who study the diseases Digestive System Cannot Take Much Punishment mon sense and has @ good cook. If he is careful to abstain from food when overheated, chilled, or ii a state of fatigue; if he will use tea, coffee, milk or other drinks in mod- eration end neither too hot nor to» cold, he will. probably find that his digestive process will go on with but ISoenvaes disturbance, if he uses com< stance that digests In the|little trouble. act of swallowing, the foofl passes a through the throat. The esophagus FOR TEA-FOTALER: ig apparently just a tube for trans-} London, England—To supply the Briton’s often-expressed need for tea immediately upon awakening, a new ‘alarm clock which will do that very morning at the proper time, an elec- current lights the gas to boil the tle, the teapot is filled automatic- , and the tea made. EEE FLAPPER FANNY SAYS! on formal parties. i ON BY NEA Src Ine back? Wildly her thoughts flew, devising ways to get the purse away from him, trying to guess what he meant to do. Had Bates put men on to watch the doors as he said he would? Where was Bates? Panic seized her utterly. To cover her fright she flirted with De Loma with a sort of fever- ish vivacity. She knew she was a hideously bad actress—that her nerves were playing her false but she couldn’t help it. She read the crafty, exultant gleam in De Loma’s eyes for what it was—a sure belief that he had the Jupiter necklace in his pocket at last. He played up to her in kind— looking down at her with veiled eyes and a mocking smile that had triumph in it and enjoyment of her terror, Dirk! It came to her asa faint gleam of hope . . . if he could be made to help. They passed and re-passed the table but Dirk never once looked her way. Doggedly, she resolved to pterce that mask of his. . . surely could read her need of him in her eyes, if he would only look. She dared not ask De Loma for the bag, for fear of revealing its con- tents to him with certainty... he would not give it up now without showing fight, she felt sure. Never in her life had Mary be- haved other than decorously in public, but she was not behaving like a lady tonight. Tucking the thick red mass of her hair behind her ears, she let the rhythm of the, music take her and do with her as’ it would. De Loma, catching fire from her, invented steps, rediscov- ered old ones. They danced as one —and it was a sight to stir the blood. The floor began to clear, the en tire room to grow still, watching them with breathless attention. “Bravo!” someone cried, and some- one else, unable to resist the thythm, began to snap his fingers, Instantly a crackling accompani- ment grew up to swell the efforts of the traps player, outdoing him- self on the castanets. Dirk was watching, now. Mary saw his eyes on her, like slits, through the fog of cigaret-smoke. His jaw was set, his face expres- stonless. Cornelia watched, too, but unwillingly, scornfully. Mary felt a wicked thrill of joy. De Loma, apparently wishing to impress the open-mouthed Ethel, now wheeled about and aimed their steps deliberately at Dirk’s table. The hovering spotlight that fol- lowed them included the three watching faces in its white, reveal- ing glow. Mary saw Dirk was frowning at the tablecloth now. He had gone pasty white, His hands, as he fumbled with a cigaret, were trembling violently. She felt herself whirled about, her body bent back until the thick red bob of her hair swung free, Above her De Loma’s grinning, gloating face appeared for a second, like something in a dream . . . then she felt his lips on her mouth, In the next instant Dirk, white faced, his eyes blazing with mur- derous fury, had sent De Loma hurtling backward with one hard From the floor, where she sank when De Loma’s arm released its grip about her, she saw Dirk hurl himself at the reeling man a second time . . . saw De Loma throw back his coat and reach for his gun, “Look out!” she screamed and- threw her arm before her eyes. She crouched. where she was, terror- stricken, waiting for the shot she ‘was sure would come, (To Be Continued) The smartest women turn their backs ee ney eae att ee ~~