The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, January 29, 1932, Page 4

‘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 ‘econ class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN President and Publisher. Subscription Rates Payable :n Advance ‘Weekly by mail in state, per year $1.00 ‘Weekly by mail in state, three 0 1 Dakota, per year ......+sse0- Weekly by mail in Canada, per year : Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation 2.00 Member of The Assoclated 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. raha rcp (Official City. State and County Newspaper) (ETE teh lacie er Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, LEVINGS: & BREWER (incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON 25 ES Sn Memories in Keepsakes | Buried treasure is usually a cache of gold, silver or precious stones. But excavators who were preparing a site for a new art museum in Port- Jand, Ore., the other day turned up; treasure trove of a different kind— some mouldy old chests that had been buried 50 years ago by members of a) high school graduating class beneath a tree that the graduates had planted. When the chests were opened, aj revealing light was thrown on the kind of things, valueless in them- selves, that people can prize—especi- ally young people. There were, for instance, a little blue vase, a tiny cup and saucer, @ little locket containing a lock of someone's brown hair, a small model of the ship Constitution, a marble, @ miniature horseshoe, a handful of old coins, a newspaper of the year 1882—and so on, through a long list of little trinkets each one of which had its own significance, its own value, when the chest was buried 50, years ago. It isn’t hard to imagine just how gladly the people who buried those man beings are not, very often, what they seem to be. The mildest-luok- ing man can nourish amazing dreams, and now and then he can nourish amazing memories as well. About the only safe conclusion one can reach is that passing snap judgments on the basis of a man’s general ap- pearance is one of the trickiest games | there is. Where Communism Grows News that the Spanish govern- ment has suppressed a Communist outbreak in a dozen cities and towns is not surprising. The Reds have done their best to find some advan- tage for themselves in the muddied waters of the Spanish revolution, but there is little reason to suppose that they will be able, now or later on, to take possession of the government, Communism only really flourishes 50|in one kind of soil—where there is a great deal of brutal and stupid re- pression, a great deal of hunger and hardship, and very little reason to hope that there is going to be any change for the better without a thoroughgoing overturn. Such: conditions prevailed in Rus- sia, and Russia went Communist— and stayed that way. Spain, how- ever, was hardly in the same class. Communism is such a drastic and bad-tasting medicine that no society turns to it unless it feels that its condition could not possibly be any | worse. The Wooden Indian The man who popularized the wooden Indian as a cigar store in- signia died in Pittsburgh the other day at the age of 90; and the in- cident serves to remind us of the in- explicabie decline and disappearance of the wooden Indian as an Amer- ican landmark, and to wonder why antiquarians have not given the cub- ject more attention. There are several things one weuld like to know. Why should a wooden Indian, of all creatures, serve as a sign that cigars are for sale? Who got the idea in the first place? Who carved the Indians, and did it take much skill? And why, after so many years of popularity, did the woodeu Indian suddenly -vanish from the land? Getting the answers to those ques- tions would not butter any parsnips, perhaps. But the wooden Indian was a prominent feature of the landscape for many years, and it would be in- teresting to know more about him. The Hawaiian Problem It is becoming evident that the un- fortunate situation in Hawaii is by no means as clear-cut an affair as the early dispatches indicated. Beyond question, Admiral Pratt is at least partly right in assailing the ac- wih Gilbert Swan w York, Jan, 29.— Manhattan is suddenly becoming overrun with inquisitive researchers, prying ques- tionnaire hounds and other forms of investigators. During the past week, I seem to have been flooded with letters and phone calls; have been interrupted by raps at the apartment door and have been stopped six times on sub- way stairs. Everywhere I turn I seem to see gents standing around with notebooks. At first I thought they were new columnists, but since none of them borrowed a pencil or cigarets I decided they were merely more of this new army of informa- tion seekers. A department store sent an at- tractive young woman around “to interview us on what articles we would be most interested in: buying at a sale.” And she went on, “We're things would reclaim them now.|tions of many of the tourists who visit| interviewing 28,902 persons to find After half a century the commonest| object can take on deep meaning.| ‘That locket with its wisp of hair, for] instance; what gawky high school! lad, prizing his keepsake from the world’s sweetest girl, put it there? And where is he now? Did he marry} her—or did each forget the other before two more years had passed? Most of us, probably, have a secret store of odds and ends of that kind, things that would look very odd and grotesque, if anyone else saw them, but that we ourselves cherish deeply. ‘There is usually a faded dance pro- gram or two, a sheaf of crumbling! snapshots—containing, always, pic- tures of one or two people whose very names we have forgotten—an oddly-| Honolulu. In addition, it is well to remember that the city contains many | races, living close together and often} entertaining widely divergent stand- ards and desires. Besides that, there is the sad but] undeniable fact that shore folk and sailors do not always get along well together. American seaports which the fleet visits regularly have fre- quently had mix-ups in which blue- jacket and townsmen have disagreed bitterly. Add all these things together, and | one can see that the Hawaiian diffi- culty is a complex affair, the outcome of many different factors. By bear- ing that fact in mind we may avoid out what they want to see on the bargain counters.” I had to inform her that, so far to see bargain counters; I never want to see bargain counters. I al- ways get befuddled in the crowd and come home with the wrong sized shirt, a pair of sox that don’t match or something that my wife imme- diately throws out with some such comment as, “Who left these in the subway?” ee ® Checking up on this sudden plague of statistic sleuths, I find that it is part of “the new policy of caution.” From another source, I learned that “never before was the opinion of the average mian so greatly in demand.” A third expert advised me that in- numerable firms and_ enterprises “were seeking irrefutable data on colored pebble that commemorates|siving the people of Hawali a greater | many questions.” some summer day's stroll along a share of the blame they actually lake, some yellowed theater stubs;| deserve. and to no one but ourselves would’ the collection mean anything. E ditorial Comment But each of us has to fight his own battle with time, which devours, youth and hope; and with our odd- ments of keepsakes—like those un- earthed in Oregon—we keep old memories alive. Judging a Man ‘| ‘Trying to read a man’s character and occupation by looking at his face may be a lot of fun, but it’s a game that has a lot of pitfalls. | The other day a Kansas City news- paper printed a picture of a gentle- looking, bespectacled, middle-aged man who was gazing pensively off into space and who looked as mild, @s staid and as prosaic as an adult human being well could. He migh: have been, one would say, a smal! town storekeeper, or somebody's chief clerk; easy-going, rather philnsoph- deal, the center of a humdrum ane unexciting existence. Well, that is what you would have guessed. But it turned out that he was really Captain Paul Koenig, who twice crossed the Atlantic during the World War in Germany's famous commercial submarine, the Deutsch- ‘land, and who thereby became the hero of one of the most romantic _ episodes of the entire conflict. ‘The Deutschland, as you no doubi remember, was a sea-going submarinc that sailed from Bremen to Baltimore in 1916 with a cargo of dye-stuffs, taking back a load of the kind of commodities which Germany could not produce at home. A little later} 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 policies. A Challenge to Government (Duluth Herald) “The other day Senator Watson of Indiana put before the senate a memorial from the new Federation of American Business which contains matter that should be studied by every government agency from con- gress down to the town board. In a word, this is a challenge from @ newly aroused and very active element in American life—business, big and little—which now makes this demand upon government: “You must stop taxing the life out of us, and at the same time invading our field and again increasing our tax burden to make up the deficits caused by your failure in these com- petitive business operations!” Government, from congress down, was Cl with squandering bil- lions and with bringing the country to the verge of bankruptcy. It was charged that the burden of national and local taxes has grown so great that business and industry have broken down under its weight, and this tremendous increase in the cost of government was ascribed to these three causes: First, increasing government com- petition with its citizens in many fields, with the inevitable losses of such competition added to the tax burden. organization back of it propose: to oppose these tendencies, The scribblers stationed on the subway stairs, however, asked no questions. Their eyes seemed to follow particularly the feet of the passers-by. “What's the big idea?” I asked STICKERS as I was concerned, I didn’t want] ar, the first fellow. “Noise,” he replied. “We're get- ting statistics on noise in the sub- ways ... how it can be lessened.” “Just take off the trains,” I sug- gested helpfully. . . “But what about the et How does that fig- ure?” “Ever realize how many people come down heel first on stairs? ... Ever stop to figure how many rub- ber heels are used, or how much noise could be stopped if people went toe first? ...” xe On the Pennsylvania station stair- way I learned that the statistician was observing shoes for a certain big retail shoe store. He was check- ing off ‘the number of black shoes and brown shoes; the general ap-| > pearance of the shoe and the con- dition of the heel. But the greatest of all the pests|® are the radio program people who keep phoning and wiring — “What did you think of the Glupf sisters on the new Smokum cheroot hour?” .. Or a glucose voice awakens you at eight in the morning with: “Have you listened to the Breakfast Chor- alers Please give us your opin- ion?” . . . My opinion is not print- able. * A wire on my desk at this mo- ment says: “Your comments invited on Leo Reisman talk on intrinsic merits of jazz over WJZ.” That’s the first time I knew there was an ‘gument between Jazz and WJZ. (Copyright, 1932, NEA Service, Inc.) o ies ee ae i Quotations | A man must be a self-starter. Too FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: na8,U.& PAT. OFF. many people are waiting to cranked.—Henry Ford. =e * It is magnificent to grow old—if one keeps young.—Rev. Harry Emerson Fosdick, Rockefeller’s minister, ee % be If the spirit of self-seeking nation- alism prevails, then there is no way out (of world disaster).—Archbishop of Canterbury. * OR OK We do in New York more uplift- ing of steel and stone than of souls— John Sloan, New York artist. ary I like Hollywood ... It seems a great place to relax and also turn out some work.—Tallulah Bankhead, stage and screen actress. BARBS ~~ An expert says while long skirts may not end the depression, wool socks would help. Probably help a lot of people — cold feet. * Prosperity note: a new organiza- tion is being formed to succeed the Ku Klux Klan, Frock makers, break RCK TRIBUNE, FRIDAY, JANUARY 29,1982 | t Responsible for Hats, Coats, Umbrellas, ete.’ ] no through Teuton lines at several points east of, the Asiago Plateau: and dispersed: re- inforcements, which were rushed through the Nos and Campo Mulo Valleys. (Copyright, 1932, NEA Service, ri Materiel belts | Schrunk | ——_—_—___——_# By MARGARET MARCHANT Mr. and Mrs. John Skei and fam- ily and Miss Marion Lippert were ‘Tuesday evening visitors at the David Hein home. Mr, and Mrs. L. C. Marchant and ‘Tuesday visitors at parents. visiting with her granddaughter, Mrs. John Witt. Saturday. James Kozineck was a supper guest at the Carl Johnson home Sunday. ‘Miss Clara Johnson spent Sunday \TYPHOID IS By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association | ‘Fyphoid is controlled largely to- day by proper control of food su plies, milk and water through munie: ipal agencies. It is difficult, how- te the source from tion is caused by a human carrier. If typhoid fever is to be eliminated entirely, the possibility of continu- ous spread of the disease from the Weds Seroeeeracs minted. In Chicago from Ap. April 1, 1892, there were 2,872 deaths from hoid fever, repre- senting ap} itely 24,000 cases. In Cleveland in January, 1903, not- withstanding that some know! of typhoid and its control had al- ready developed, there were during the 16 months following 4,578 cases and 611 deaths. In each instance the traced to some con- ts inhabitants. ere were 1,104 cases reported and 114 deaths. In this visiting with Elsie Bossart at the Dave Hein home. Fred, Willie and alter home 8! Melvin Hockhalter is T. A. meeting held at Lein school No. 1 Thursday evening. Marcus Wagle of Wing gave @ talk on “Thrift.” Seymour Arneson recently spent two days at Bismarck taking medical treatments. Ted Merkel called on Jim Kozineck| George Arthur and Norman Bjorhus and Helmer Helgeson spent Sunday after- noon at J. O. Rise’s. Mr, and Mrs. Alfred Arneson and spent Sunday at the Hermon Neiters|Saturday evening home. man’s. Paul Stroh called at the Dave Hoch-| George junday. Harvey Health Service "CONTROLLED F THROUGH WATER SUPPLY Every-Day Hygiene Must Be Heeded to Fight Disease instance the outbreak was caused by the careless of excretions of one patient with typhoid fever who | happened to live in an isolated house on the bank of one of the small brooks which joined the river from which Pineed was put into the res- ervoir for the town. Every now and then a drama‘ outbreak occurs in some city whi has not given sufficient attention to the dangers of water polluted b sewage. When the situation devel- ops, committees get busy, the city fathers are notified and a pure water supply is insured. Prevention is far 1, 1890, to} cheay The mortality from this disease has been reduced by 98 per cent. The control of carriers indicates that there are about half as many now as there were in 1910. Dr. James G. Cumming estimates that it will re- uire at least ei years to Ye ered. Public water supplies must Kot purified and bl continue to be ated; milk must be human beings generally must be aug the importance of everyday iene, hands. lorin- and byg particularly cleanliness of daughter Alice, Mr. and Mrs, Helmer Arneson, Alice Boss, Eddie Arneson, Floyd Lein, and Arthur Rise spent at Dallas Bark- Christianson and Faye attended to business matters Seibel and/in Bismarck Monday. daughter spent Sunday evening at the) Mr. and Mrs. Dallas Barkman, Mr. — Heinbuch home. and Mrs, Alfred Arneson, Mr. and this|/Mrs, H. Arneson, Alice Boss, Eddy Services to Garden Bottineau, N. D., Jan. 29—(#)—F. E, Cobb, state Forester, has offered his services and that of other foresters connected with the Bottineau school of forestry fo the International Peace Garden association which is sponsor- ing the International park north of ‘Dunseith, The state forest nursery also has of- fered to supply a limited number of spruce transplants to be used in the beautification of the garden site in the Turtle mountains on the interna- tional boundary. Dedication of the site and formal presentation of the 3,000 acres of land, half in the United States and half in Canada, has ‘been set for July 14. - Tribune Want Ads Bring Results BEGIN HERE TODAY ANN and CECILY FENWICK have for years supported stage partner. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVII 6CRQUT, Earl,” breathed Mary- Frances, “you don't honestly and truly think that I—that we—” “Think! Say, J do better’n think, I know—see? You've heard the crack, maybe, about opportunity knocking once on the door? Well, it’s knocking right now, and it’s knocking hard. Offering us tame and fortune on a sliver platter. Will you take it? Naw—you want to atick here and go to a lousy camp with a bunch of kid girlse—” “Why, Earl DeArmount! I don’t either.” “—and just moulder away, bury- ing your beauty under a bushel and, like you said, misunderstood and drab and all. Well, all I got to say is, snap out of it, Snap out of it—see? I got to be beating it. I've waited around here more'n a month on your account, It’s eating into my capital. I can't stick around any longer—see? Snap out of it, Frankie, That's my last word.” “Well—” demurred Mary-Frances, Earl repeated masterfully, “Snap out of it.” “I was just wondering,” sald Mary-Frances, “what my family gone.” “Do? Say, listen now, hon. Try and be sensible. In the first place, what can they do? Nothing—abso- futely nothing. And from. what’ you tell me 1 don’t know’as they'd even try to do much. And in the second place, if I start into get you out of here and away from your family's interference and all, [ll do it—see? Now, Iisten, hon. After supper tonight you tell your folks would do when they found out I’d|tictl—see? Why’ night with your chum again—see? And then you put what you'll need in a suitcase and sneak out of the house, and I'll meet you—well, say down about Fenwick and Spruce— seo? I'll talk around the garage and say I’m going to make Blue- mont tonight, Fact is, we'll go in exactly the opposite direction—see? Throw ‘em off if they did start any- thing. But they won't. Not them. Now leave me see—" He took a road map from his pocket. eee sf COULD write a note,” mused Mary-Frances, “No, no, Nothing like that, Frankie, Absolutely not. That's out—see? Way I'll work it is so they won’t even know you're gone till ‘way long tomorrow—Wednes- day, sometime, and we'll of left Mende! Springs early in the morn- ing and have a long head start. 1 got to stop at Mendel Springs— kind of get myself in shape again. But after we leave there—we'll go. That bus of Butt’s, leave me tell you, is some goer. He had to have one that would go—see?—cause— well, that was the kind of one he wanted. Well, we'll make the Springs tonight—" — “Earl,” faltered Mary-Brances, “I wouldn’t want to start tonight. Not Tuesday night.” Earl lighted his third cigaret. “All right,” he said. “I'm through —seo? Walt till 1 get that damn Chink to give me the check, I’m through—see?” He made an ugly gesture with the flat palm of his hand and twisted his features queasily. “I should have known better. Aw, well—what's the dif? You're just like all dames, Yel- low!” “Why, Earl DeArmount! I must uy” “All right. Well, what have you been doing? Stringing me along. Playing mo for a sucker. me hanging around here, eating in- to my capital. I got a heart, ain't i? I'm human, ain't I? i want to work on your feelings nor mything. 1 wanted you to come ite it with your eyes open and all tee? And I knew in the end you'd thank me to your dying day. Everything for own good— see? Well, what's it get me? Noth- ing! What's a man’s prospects and hopes and future and even his heart and everything in your life? Notb- of LOVE ER | STRAHAN be married on Wednesday. 1 was going to say that—well, that i'd just as Hef go tomorrow, Wednes- day.” Earl softened. Earl melted. Earl anid, “Sweetie! Honest, I'll have to ask you to excuse me—the way I talked just now. I should of known better. Ob, you little sweeties you! You mean you'll go, straight goods and no fooling, to- morrow?” eee MAR“-FRANCES, her chin in her palm, sighed a long sigh and nodded. “As you say, there isn't #0 much for me to stay here for.” “Little sweet baby! That's what you are, Little sweet baby! But, say, listen, hon—er—there’s just one little thing maybe we'd better Kind of get straight—see? I wouldn’t want you to go into this with your eyes shut nor anything. About Wednesday—being married and all, I thought I kinda ex- plained to you, baby, how I wasn't fixed to get married right off—not for a few months.” “I know,” said Mary-Frances. “But, after all, beloved, we're elop- ing. Eloping and marrying really amount to just the same thing, I think. I'd much rather elope on Wednesday.” - Earl puffed his cigatet, inhaled deeply, tipped back his head, poked out his lower lip, blew the smoke upwards, and watched it float and waver and vanish into nothing. “Wednesday,” Mary-Brances re- minded him, “is the best day of all.” He rubbed his cigaret into the ash tray, “Frankie,” he sald, “if the day ever comes when I don't treat you right—square, see— straight, I hope I get mine, I mean it. I won't be the man’I think 1 am, and I hope to get mine. Now, listen, baby. I'm crazy about you— see? And you're crazy about me. You won't back out the last minute, will you? Do you give me your promise that you'll meet me tomor- row and you and I will light out in the old bus?” “I—I promise,” said Mary-Fran- ces, _ “You won't back out, baby? Hon- est, you won't back out?” ; a paver Agre dp & promise In all my life,” seid Mary-Frances, “and I hardly think that I’d start in breaking thems now.” Czy woke to Wednesday morn- ing and shuddered « little and felt hurriedly for her formula. “You are 8 coward,” she said, and she actually spoke the words aloud, “and a fool. But for some reason you've chosen to live, No one is to blame for your continuing to live but yourself. You've chosen life. Well, then, Cecily Fenwick, you have to earn your living. Get up ‘and do it.” ~ Tt was all she bac, and it was a poor thing, but it was her own and it had stood her Monday Christmas Seda, Doran and Co, goose will last for a week (sliced, cold, croquettes, and finally soup) Ro one expects it to last for a life She reached under her bed and found the green satin mules. She had put them away—not for her trousseau, of course; merely to keep but she had taken them out again and was wearing them, resolutely, to rags. In the bathroom she washed her face without looking at it, and brushed her teeth viciously as it she hated them. Taking one thing with another, of what earthly use Were such objects as a face and teeth to her any longer? Back in her room she looked out of the window. On her way through the upper hall again she ‘struggled into the second sleeve of her bath- Tobe—the dingy blue one—and got the cord tied around her waist; but the mules clop-clopped on the un- carpeted stairs, and came loose, and to keep them on at all she had to curl her bare toes firmly down into the padded satin. Grand, who at first clop-clop had paused at the front door with his hand on the knob, waited until Cecily stood beside him and tried to take the door knob away from him before he said, “Cecily, my child, where are you going?” “I'm going out,” said Cecily, “Barry’s here. He saw me, ok, Please get out of my way!” Grand said gently, “Cecily, . Look at yourself.” re Cecily looked curgorily, It was & horrid old ugly thing, and it should have been washed again, ages ago. “Grand, please get out of my way.” “No granddaughter of mine,” Grand, “shall—” nee eae “Grand! I won't have this, Barry saw me, He'll not understand why Tdon’t me He may leave—" “~goes to meet a, youn; tle man garbed in a costume fa which no lady would leave her bedroom.” “I'm fully clothed, Get away from that door. He saw me, I tell you, He'll drive off. He'll think T'm not coming.” “Nor does she go, in any dress, to meet @ man who has no better taste, DO more regard for her reputation and the reputation‘of her family, than to arrive before the breakfast hour and sit in a car in front of her home, Cecily,-return to your room. I shall question this young man, 1 ehall deal with him as he—" Cecily did not really push him, She took hold of his shoulders and sort of revolved him away from the door, and shoved a little—only a trifle—so that she could have room to open the door and go through it. The mules were clop-clopping down the porch steps. Ann was loaning over the upstairs railing be fore Grazid thought of falling—sink- ing would bea more pertinent word with one groan and two pitiful moans to the floor, (To Be Continued)