The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 20, 1932, Page 4

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 20, 1932 e Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) (eee entananeana aaa Published by The Bismarck Tribune 4, Company, k, N. D., and en- \tered at the postoffice at Bismarck as second class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN 4 President and Publisher. Subscription Rates Payable in Advance $7.20 by mail per year (in Daily by mail per year (in state outside Bismarck) ............ 5. Daily by mail outside of North Dakota .. ‘Weekly by mail in state, per year $1.00 Weekly by mail in state, three ‘Weekly by mail outside of North Dakota, per year ......-...... 1.50 ‘Weekly by mail in Canada, per YOAT wecesseseseeeeeee a vee 2.00 Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation 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 newspaper 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) Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, BREWER (incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON by carrier, per year Prepare For The Deluge Now that the political season is at ‘hand, prepare for the deluge of en- comiums and praise which politicians heap upon their candidates. Private- Jy they may regard Governor Whoosis, Senator So-and-So or Congressmar. * Bunkum as something of a “flat tire,” but from the public platform the welkin rings and the people are offered salvation. The practice is not limited to one party or one group within a party. If the apportionment of the pie depends ‘upon the election of a certain individ- ual, he immediately becomes as the driven snow, at least for publicity purposes. What matter if the gilt is @ little tarnished or the civic virtue is frayed at the edges. These things ‘can be glossed over in the heat of a campaign. Even newspapers get into the game and call on their vocabularies for ful- some adjectives and resounding ad- verbs, and so we have something like ‘the following, written about Governor Franklin D. Roosevelt, aspirant for the Democratic presidential nomina- tion: “Roosevelt possesses the culture and political sagacity of Thomas Jefferson, the courage and virility of Andrew Jackson, the honesty and firmness of Grover Cleveland, and the intellectuality and firm- ness of Woodrow Wilson ... His conscience is clear, his hands are clean, his aims are pure, and his heart beats in unison with the hearts of the great common peo- ple."—Corrollton News-Democrat, Ky. To put it briefly, this editor might | fhave said that he has all the other greats of the party's history lashed to the mast and begging for heip. Such statements, of course, are not) subject to analysis. Jefferson had) imagination and political foresight rivalled by few men in history. No one on the present scene, Republican or Democrat, appears to compare with him. Take Charley Dawes out of the po- litieal picture and Andrew Jackson stands without a competitor for po- Itical virility and Dawes wouldn't be more than a mouthful for doughty “Old Hickory.” Presumably all of our presidents fare honest, but with Cleveland, public honesty and courage to support it, ‘were outstanding. Few men have dared more than he for what he be- lieved to be right. Few have seized Public questions with such boldness ‘and candor. Wilson was an unusual combination of student and executive. Of all our presidents he was, in some respects, ‘the most unusual. A great idealist. the had the faculty of turning phrases which caught the public fancy. His gel papers are among the greatest in American history. But, we would be given to under- ‘stand, the best qualities of all ‘these outstanding men of history are |now rolled into one human being who ids @ candidate for the presidency. Only a few years ago, in a Bis- marck theater, an ardent supporter of |® certain candidate announced that jhe was the “greatest” official in that particular office this state ever had known. The man had just taken of- fice. Tongues probably were put in cheeks then, even by the party faith- ful. If the remark were to be made now it would be openly challenged by many. ‘In 1928 we had Herbert Hoover pre- sented as the embodiment of all vir- without exception. This year of grace sees some of the same persons who bitterest attackers. It is all well enough to throw flow- ers to the living, but the proof of the _ ,mve ability but not incomparable at- 9|@round Monte Alban, Mexico, where 0/made a short time ago, have been then euologized Hoover among his for high office are honest men, but not startlingly so. They America is that the public has beer taught to expect too much from pub- lic men. And all because of their ad- vance notices. A New Set of Ghost Stories The best ghost stories, usually, are not those invented by some skilled master of fiction; they are those that spring up spontaneously among the jordinarv people, traveling about from mouth to mouth and reaching print only by accident. Recently newspaper correspondents discovered that the farmers who live tich treasure-tomb discoveries were telling strange tales about superna- tural goings-on in the vicinity of the tombs. One story has it that a hollow gourd filled with gold appears every so often in the middle of a lake nearby. Another tells of spirits who stalk through the ruins of the old Aztec city, carrying golden ornaments. A third, the most eerie of all, has to do with the reappearance of the old 1 Aztec market. According to this story, the market Place that used to exist at Monte Al- ban before the white men came will materialize, at night, every so often, just as it was in ancient times. The man who sees it and accepts the Phantom as genuine comes to no harm; but if a man sees it and re- fuses to believe in it, he is straight- way enchanted and compelled to be- come a ghost and wander eternally about the ghostly market, and he {never can come back to real life. These folk tales, born since the an- cient ruins were uncovered, will prob- ably be circulating about the villages in that neighborhood a century from now. They are of the true type of ghost story, the best type; the type that comes into being itself, so to speak, and does not depend on any professional story-teller for its exist- ence. There is something rather signifi- cant about such stories. They reflect the universal feeling that life is per- The Cat Sneaks Back! Lady's Nicotine New York, April 20.—Within the past mitted to go on in the presence of unaccountable mysteries; that earth and air and sky veil unimaginable marvels, and that human existence is a far more incomprehensible thing than learned folk assume. And that, Perhaps, is why we all enjoy them, Roads in 1932 The nation's road plans call for an expenditure of $1,353,000,000 during this year. Of the amount, $882,000,000 is the Probable expenditure by state high- way departments, with $471,000,000 the share of local authorities. The state departments plan to construct 36,000 miles of road, of which 8,800 miles will be high type, such as as- Phalt, concrete and brick, and 17,500 will be sand-clay, macadam and gravel. Of the state appropriations, $568,000,000 will be available for new road and bridge construction, and the balance will go for reconstruction and maintenance, interest on highway bonds and similar purposes. It is to be hoped that a fair pro- Portion of the money will be spent in rural and farming localities. There is, of course, no end to the need for more and better main highways—but this need, in most states, is not near- ly so great as the need for year-round, long-wearing secondary roads. The farmer, as @ class, still finds himself buried in mud, so far as motor trans- port is concerned, during bad weather. There are still a number of months each year when to drive between his home and the outside world is wholly or next to impossible. The states have no greater duty than to remedy this condition by wise allocation of road funds between main highways and secondary roads. Editorial Comment Editorials printed below show the frend of thought by other editors, They are published without regard to whether they agree or disagree with The Tribune's policies. (Chicago Tribune) Although many of the women who are candidates for office say they de- test housework, the photographers who take their pictures know what is Politically good for them. Pictorially, therefore, they are up to their ears in the work they don’t like, and the photographer makes them like it. For him they take the hide off the good old potato, polish up the door knob {and dust off the offspring. They may safely take it from the picture man. He knows. The lady may be as shrewd a poli- ticlan as ever made the exact change for precinct workers without looking at it, but she must come to politics like the breath of hot biscuits, with bits of darning yarn on her apron, a mother- ly look in her eyes and @ reputation for self-rising bread and quince pre- serves. That is her metier, and the week I have encountered four young women puffing away at half-smoked cigars. Not slender, dainty stogies, mind you, but regular he-sized butts! And, conservative old fogy that time is making me, I can't take it. To be sure, two of the cigar smokers were observed in an ‘ask-for-Tony’ hide- away, but the third was matronly and seated ina corner of a fairly smart eating place; the fourth was coming down a hallway from a privat party. . +e All this I might dismiss as unusuai coincidence and unlikely ever again to be encountered were it not for in- formation furnished me By Miss Alice Hughes, an expert on New York fads and fancies. Seasoned women cigaret users are demanding stronger fare and repeat- ing the history of many male smokers, it would seem. * ok OR Running the Scale A check at two of the smartest Fifth Avenue tabacconists shows a rapidly increasing demand among women for mild cigars and pipes. Such feminine trifles as gold-tipped and perfumed cigarets have become positively sissy. No two-fisted she- smoker would be caught with such re- minders of the good-old days when dainty smoking notions were indulged in. Actresses, sportswomen and society women are the most frequent pur- chasers of cigars, according to such statistics as are obtainable. Predic- tions are made that it will not be STICKERS | long now before they are more open- ly displayed. *. Pipe tastes run to daintiness; small bowls, gold and pearl inlay and that sort of thing. Mild Turkish tobacco is purchased at first. Oh well, if worst comes to worst, we males can quit smoking and star: all over again. see Village Idiots Every town in which I have ever lived had its particular, “balmy Wil- lie,” usually a pathetic half-wit at whom small boys poked fun and old- sters pointed. Broadway's two “balmies,” however, are not one-half so nutty as they may seem in public. They have been ac- cepted as “the worst possible .. . ter- rible... awful... and ouselay!” Like Corse Payton, who became known as “the actor who was so bad that he was good,” these two amuse crowds with their exaggerated awfulness. xe * One is a middle-aged chap with the sobriquet of “Piccolo Pete” and the other, a veteran, wears the name of Sir Joseph Ginsberg. Picolo Pete makes the rounds of public dance halls where contests are is always greeted with cat-calls and laughs. Yet money is showered ai him, Dumb? Yeah! ** * | He usually manages to get a part-| ner who is a house attache and ther. , stages the world’s worst exhibition dance. | Later, encouraged by applause, he; FLAPPER FANNY. SAYS: | Maybe so many society girls go on the stage because it has become a matter of good form. sign of the flatiron and rollingpin is the sign by which she conquers. be noted, also, uline ‘8 few or wearing a 10-gallon hat in the great open spaces. Mr. Hoover was never better than when he was fish- ing off the side of a battleship or self ‘mother of six” and be noted for her applesauce. QUITE A LONG JAUNT 1592 MICE LOST THEIR TAILS IN OROER THAT SCENTING MIGHT being held. His entrance in a contes:| takes from his pocket an ocarina and bursts into fancy melody. * * * Sir Joseph is usually called upon to recite or sing. He has some old-tim- ers of the “Gunga Din” and “Dan McGrew” school, which he proceeds} to murder. Otherwise he clowns with the World’s worst and stalest gags.|testines becomes the physical disease And when he sings!! For a time Variety ran a kidding column under his name. An old-timer, he has traveled about old days he made the bars and rough- er night resorts. He was quite a char- acter in San Francisco before com- ing to New York. Relatives Often To Blame for ‘Nerve’ Cases BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association Neurasthenics, psychasthenics and “nerve” patients of all sorts multiply in these times of stress and turmoil. The word “neurasthenia” has become trite. It represents the person who suffers from inadequacy, but the con- dition is sometimes due to a weakened physical state which makes it impos- sible for the person to respond men- tally to the strain of his situation. The neurasthenic suffers with pain in the back of the neck sometimes described as a feeling of tightness, aches in the back, and he is likely to feel tired invariably on getting up in het morning and irritable to an ex- treme at the end of the day. Dr. W. H. Mayer emphasizes the necessity of finding any psychic con- flict or physical derangement from which these people suffer if the basic cause of the disturbace is to be elim- inated. Moreover, it is necessary to have a record of the constitution of the pa- tient and of his family history make an accurate estimate of his con- dition and the reasons for it. Too often the relatives and asso- ciates of a person who is neurasthenic or psychasthenic, failing to see any visible abnormality, credit his condi- tion to his imagination, which merely accentuates it. Such people need hu- man understanding. Above all, they must regain the con- fidence they have lost or they will progress to the point at which they no longer can be held responsible for their actions. The psychiatrists use the term “anxiety state” to describe the condi- tion into which the neurasthenic passes in times of stress. Sometimes a minor disturbance of the heart or of the stomach and in- on which the mental state of the in- dividual is fixed. The followers of the modern psy- chology of Sigmund Freud character- the key cities of the country. In the/ize the psychasthenics, who are marked by an exceedingly easily fa- tigued mind, as sufferers from “com- pulsion neurosis.” numerous doubts, fears and obsessions trouble the mentality of the patient. Here again co-operation and under- tanding are essential if the patient is to be led out of his distress into confidence and recovery. Of the great- est importance is the attitude of the family toward the patient, particular- ly if he is compelled to live at home. In such cases the physician some- times finds his treatment must be ap- plied to the relatives rather than to Boe 1 AN AMERICANS IN BATTLE On April 20, 1918, two regiments of German storm troops attacked Amer- jean forces holding the village of Seicheprey, in the Toul sector, and Succeeded in taking the outskirts of the town. A counter-attack by American troops recovered their old positions, but only after the fiercest fighting in which U. 8. soldiers had been engaged. An official German bulletin an- nounced that 183 American prisoners had been taken and estimated total losses to the U. 8. + nearly troops to/1000. Pershing estimated the Ameri- can loss at 300 and the German at more than twice that figure. Meanwhile, German attacks in the Lys sector continued with great vio- lence, Small gains were made, but allied lines were holding at important ‘points. 3 I can’t believe that people realize how strongly entrenched the criminal element is. And the pity of it is that some of the finest citizens are blind. They're down in the trenches with the bootleggers—Mrs. Agnes Scarritt, grand aunt of eee baby. BEGIN HERE TODAY SUSAN CAREY fini ness course and sect - = =a M20 © 1998 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. realtzes NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI ENISE ACKROYD, slim and perfect in her tailored suit of black faille, continued to stare in- solently at Susan but her words were addres:-4 to Bob Dunbar, “Where have you been keeping yourself?” Denise went on in that high, sweet, agreeable voice, which had rung out above the others that night at the Strinskys’ studio. Bob said rather uncomfortably that he had been with the family at Lake Geneva, that he had got in some golf. “You look it,” said Denise, sur- veying him with what Susan thought a proprietary gaze. Susan felt out of it, The other girl, with the ease and smoothness of long practice, had taken control of the situation. Susan was suddenly con- scious that her rose pink shantung was all wrong. She wondered, dis- mally, why she had come. She was out of place in this big, cool, shin- ing room where all the lunchers seemed to know each other and stopped to talk and laugh in little intimate groups. If t= other girl wos aware of any ru “ess in ignoring Susan she gave no sign. She monopolized young Dunbar completely. It was only when Susan, raging in her heart, gathered up © ~ glover a3! said she must go that Denise ap- peared to notice her. “Oh, you have a job, I suppose?” she said in a surprised, faintly dis- dainful tone. As if, thought Susan angrily, there was anything wrong about having @ job! “No, don’t come with me,” Susan insisted to the young man. “Really, I must rush and you may as well stay and talk.” Surely he won’t take me at my word, the girl thought. Surely he'll finish what he started to say before that hateful Denise inter- * rupted! Womanlike, Susan insisted that the young man should do exactly what she hoped he would not. She did not really believe he would take her at her word, But Dunbar by this time was bewildered by her silence and sudden coolness. He began ‘o imagine the flash of under- standing which had passed between them was nothing but a mirage, He walked with her as far as the lobby where, puzzled and annoyed by her new, distant manner he left her and returned to the restaurant and Denise, eee YaAtsine across town, Susan raged in her heart. The click furious thoughts. “I hate her. I hate her. I hate her,” she stormed inwardly, She w-s hard put to it to keep back the tears, The day which had seemed so perfect an hour ago was unendurable, The sun beat down on the pavements, the big police man at Adams and Clark looked fairly wilted. No wonder, thought Susan, that girls like Denise Ack- royd alwo:2 managed to look so exquisitely turned out. They had their half hundred little French frocks, their efficient maids in the background, They had swimming and tennis, They had adoring par- ents who existed for the sole pur- pose, apparently, of paying bills. For the first time in her life Susan began to be really sorry for herself. She wondered rebelliously if life needed to be so utterly unfair. The corrosion of self pity ate into her soul. It was in this mood that she en- tered the office, hung up her hat, and with notebook in hand went into Mr. Heath's private office to take dictation. Yesterday all this had seemed quite thrilling. She had {imagination to see the Poetry that lay behind the prosaic talk of stone and mellow beams and steel work, Yesterday Susan had thought of herself as @ cog in this important business machine. A small cog, it is true, but still a necessary cne. Now she wondered dully why that had seemed to mat- ter. She wanted passionately to be the sort of girl Denise Ackroyd was, She wanted to be able to laugh and talk flutingly of the end- less nothings which seemed to make up the conversation of that ‘particular crowd, Ernest Heath wondered what had If Mr. Hoover and Mr. Mills would] working. co-operate ‘we could reduce expenses '$250,000,000 without the least trouble. In these cases | House. —John N. Garner, Speaker of the Hee & ‘We can never Win until we do as the drys ao, and disregard every other is- sue. As between any two wets, I shall vote for the wetter—Mrs, Emily Price Post, member of the Women’s Organ- ization for Prohibition Reform. ee & The only danger of civD war in China is based upon the impossible assumption that the present govern- ment will surrender rights and impeir our sovereignty.—Dr. H. H. Kung, ex- I am not @ candidate for president and am only interested in promot the success of the party—Senator Jos Robinson of began Four per cent of the people own 80 per cent of our national wealth. And that’s » even if I happen to b3 among the four per cent.—Harrison E, Fryberger, wealthy New York attor- ney. o 7 . Barbs ‘ If the House plan goes through, Filipinos will have to blame their high taxes on their own politicians after 1940. eee The Columbia University editor who criticized football has been thrown out. Columbia evidently believes in free speech as long as you don’t say anything. ee # Japan is all right in her way, says an editorial writer. The trouble is, we don’t like her way. se @ A young writer, arriving in Holly- wood, praised the intelligence of the movie producers. There’s a young man who should go far. ee The only thing soft about modern drinks is the tone of voice you use to order them. id (Copyright, 1932, NEA Service, Inc.) POINT AGAINST HOARDING Economists contend that each dol- lar you spend will change hands 17 times in a year. From the manufac- turer down to the office boy, the money you put in circulation multi- Plies itself 17 times in keeping people the business of washing her hands. Somehow she was not at all eager to go home. The dull pain at her heart which had been clamoring for notice all afternoon seemed in- tensified. With that sharpness of perception which seems to come to all of us after we have done an “Boss gone?” Ray abel glanc-| ing around casually. quiet and pale, so subdued. Quite unconsciously he had come in the last few weeks to depend upon and to expect the flash of glowing under- standing, the ready response that was half Susan’s charm. Today all that was absent. “I wonder if the girl {s {ll,” Heath thought, for the moment vaguely annoyed at the idea, For the first time since she had been in his employ he began to speculate, idly, on the girl's life apart from Ernest Heath, Incorporated. Like most men of his type—correct, dig- nified, rich and unimaginative—his secretary of the moment always seemed to him to have been cre- ated for the sole purpose of arriv- ing promptly at nine each morning, discharging her duties crisply and efficiently, and departing on the stroke of five into some dim limbo he neither knew nor cared to know about, ° Miss O'CONNELL whose place Susan was taking had always seemed to him the veriést robot. It had never occurred to Heath to wonder what her life outside the office might be. But then Miss O'Connell was nearing 40. She irretrievably foolish thing Susan saw how stupidly wrong she had been to leave Bob Dunbar as she had. * “You're a little fool,” she told herself angrily. “You left the field completely to Denise!” She sighed and the sigh was like a groan, “What on earth’s the matter?” eee peed glanced up to see the round eyes of Ray Flannery staring at her. “Nobody,” said Ray sagely, “ever moaned like that. unless she thought she was in love.” Susan summoned the ghost of a smile, shaking her head in denial. Ray’s unwinking stare met hers incredulously. “I know the symptoms,” Ray went on, looking wise, “and take it from me, kid, it isn’t worth it.” Warming to her subject she perched on the nearest desk and continued, “Love's & lot of hooey, It’s all right in the movies but what I say is, leave it there.” Susan laughed. She couldn’t help it, Ray, with her dandelion head, her pretty face made up in what Aunt Jessie would have thought shameless fashion, Ray being philosophical, was really too funny! “I'm telling you,” Ray pursued the subject with relish, “Mamma says to me, she says, ‘Don’t you be going off and getting married like all these crazy kids in Edge- water, without a penny to their names.’ Mamma says ‘have a good time while you're young. You're only young once.’” Again Susan's wan smile answered her. “No fooling,” Ray assured her, “It’s the bunk, They all step out, maybe to Crown Point or St. Joe or somewheres, and first thing you know they're having a baby and you see them pushing the buggy up and down Sheridan Road on Sun- day aftermoon and looking like they’d cut each other's throats for a nickel.” Her description was so painfully apt that Susan giggled. Ray had taken out her make-up kit and had begun meticulously to rub more raspberry colored salve into lips already flaming. Susan watched her, fascinated. For one wild mo mént her impulse was to confide in Ray. Surely this knowing little creature could tell her how to handle Denise Ackroyd. But some wore rimless eyeglasses and, as Ray Flannery had devastatingly an- nounced, had worn a hair net. Su- san was different, Heath, sedate and proper as he was, had not realized what an inspiration there had been for him in this girl's eager, upward glance, The flash of dark gray eyes under long lashes, the rich apricot color that occa- sionally stained her cheek—irra- tionally now he missed them an¢, manlike, was annoyed without knowing why. Listlessly Susan finished her task. Her employer, with a prick ing sense of uneasiness, signed the completed letters, snatched his im- peccable Panama from the rack and departed in the direction of Hub- bard Woods, Susan closed and of her heels kept time. with ber happened to the girl, She was so locked her desk and dawdled over reserve held Susan silent. “Boss gone?” Ray asked, glanc- {ng around casually. Susan said he was. “That's swell,” Ray roved, Hid pes it you ask ne The goes around with hi i ibe air.” He nem jusan frowned faintly. e's been very kind to me," she sain? Ray sniffed. “What I always say is, I like a fellow with a little life in him. Some one,” here she low. ered her shrill voice ever s0 little, “some one like Jack Waring.” Susan was putting on her hat in front of the mirror and so she did not hear the soft footfall behind her and was utterly taken by. surprise when two warm hands clamped themselves over her eyes, But she recognized the mocking voice say- ing, “Who takes my name in vain?” Scarlet, confused, she turned to find herself within arm's length of that Dhilanderer, Jack Waring, himself, (To Be Continued) a -—-——-s—2 a,