The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 12, 1932, Page 4

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All rights of republication of all other tmatter herein are also reserved. jounty | (Official City, State an Newspaper) Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, BREWER (Incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON These Criticisms of the Modern Boy Just about the most completely useless thing a man can do is to utter lamentations about the shortcomings of modern youth. Educators, more than anyone else, ought to know this; and it is a bit surprising to find such @ man as Cuthbert Blakiston, head- master of Lancing College, England, declaring publicly that school -boys nowadays are “cowardly, untruthful, easily bored, vain and dishonest.” Naturally, this blast drew a flock of replies, most spirited of which was that voiced by Dr. James E. West, chief scout executive of the Boy Scouts of America, who insisted that the modern boy is a better chap than his father was, and not a worse one. But the defense of the modern boy is not a matter that need detain us. ‘The interesting thing is trying to fig- ure out just why any adult should ever feel called on to open an attack like Blakiston’s in the first place. Boyhood is more or less what we grownups make it. It comes into a world which will shape it and mould it, and it is not in the least respon- sible for what that world is. We adults are responsible. If we find boyhood growing deceitful, cowardly and frivolous, we have no one but our- selves to blame. For boyhood wants, more than any- thing else on earth, someone to look up to, someone on whom it can model itself, It is pathetically eager toj Please the grownup world, and it will take almost any path that the grown-! up world indicates. And if, today, it} finds itself in a world where good} models are scarce, where honesty and | courage and sincerity do not seem to command a very high premium—well, whose fault is that? The world is in a sad mess these days, and if it ever gets out of it it will be because of the boys that are just now growing toward manhood. ‘We have precious little call to be crit- ical. The Iceland Air Route It is beginning to look like a safe bet that the first commercial air line between the United States and Eu- rope will be an affair of several com. paratively short hops, routed via Greenland and Iceland, instead of one Jong jump over the “great circle” course, Captain Wolfgang von Gronau, completing his third flight over the Sea, adds one more demonstration to the number that have already been made to show the feasibility of the Greenland-Iceland route. It is flights like his, rather than the spectacular non-stop affairs, that are really helping to bring regular transatlantic air mail service nearer to reality. It is hardly going too far to expect that a very few more years will see such a service established; and when that day comes flyers like Captain Gronau will get a large part of the credit. The Tragedy of Typhoid Mary To most of us, “Typhoid Mary” is just @ name out of medical history.| to where, eral public alike will watch with in- though she has never had the disease herself at least 57 cases of it, several of them fatal, have been traced to her. To permit her to have her liberty would be to loose a certain, devastat- jing source of infection upon everyone with whom she came in contact. So she must live in a cottage on an is- ‘land off Manhattan, a virtual pris- oner, cut off from the freedom that makes life worth living. Was there ever @ woman much more unfortu- nate? This case, somehow, seems to sym- {bolize the way in which the modern world has erected restrictions on in- dividual liberty for the sake of the common good. Mary Mallon is the victim, not of wilful injustice, but of the new order of society which must, now and then, sacrifice one for the sake of many. A New Angle on the St. Law- rence Waterways Projéct It is interesting to read that one of the results of construction of the St. Lawrence seaway may be exten- sion of railroad electrification on a huge scale. Recent dispatches indi- cate that the New York Central rail- road may arrange to use some of the Power generated by the seaway to electrify its main line all the way from New York City to Buffalo. A good many years ago, when elec- tric locomotives were first being de- veloped, it was commonly reported that they would very soon oust steam locomotives from railroads every- So far, however, the steam locomotive is holding its own pretty well; for these big electrification pro- grams are enormously costly to install, however many economies they may promise after they get into operation. The New York Central, however, Sees @ new source of cheap and abun- dant electric power, and considers go- ing ahead with the program on a grand scale. Railroad men and gen- terest to see if this program is really to be put into effect. Michigan’s Quick Justice It would be hard to find a better example of speedy justice than that furnished by Michigan authorities following the murder of 17-year-old Evelyn Sanford. ‘The girl was abducted and slain on a Saturday night. On the following Wednesday the state police found her body. On Wednesday night. they ar- rested her murderer, who promptly confessed—and who confessed, inci- dentally, without the incentive of any third-degree torture. On Thursday the man was brought into court, where he pleaded guilty. And on Fri- day he was on his way to prison to begin serving a life sentence. Here is a model case police depart- ments and courts all over the coun- try might well copy. Less than one week elapsed between commission of the crime and arrival of the criminal at the penitentiary. Quick justice of that kind is society's very best pro- tection. 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 policies, A Brighter Market Week (Minneapolis Tribune) The report that many northwest merchants who have come to the Twin Cities for Market week are buy- ing goods in anticipation of an in- creasing consumer demand is pleas- ant to contemplate. It means that these merchants have sensed the first stirrings of a trade revival and that they are convinced that the prospects for the immediate future are suffi- ciently encouraging to warrant a yol- ume of purchases greater than they have made in many months. Not all our visitors share this optimism, to be sure, but there can be little doubt that hope and confidence dominate this Market week to a greater extent than at any time within the last two years. The merchants who are plac- ing larger orders, it goes almost with- out saying, are not doing so for- rea- sons of sentiment. They are prac- tical, hard-headed business men who are close to the communities in which they live, and they have an intimate knowledge of those conditions which bear directly on the retail trade. When they come to look and not to buy, that is because their better judg- ment warns them that trade will con- tinue to be dull; and it is a hearten- ing sign, conversely, when they back their faith in happier economic times with orders. But whatever the immediate busi- ness outlook, Twin City Market week must always remain an indispensable THE INFANTILE PARALYSIS SCARE Somewhere or othere there is al- most always a poliomyelitis scare, I infer from the inquiries coming in from anxious parents. We have good reason to believe, though we do not yet know defin- itely, that this discase is a respira- PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE By William Brady, M. D. Signed letters pertaining to personal health and hygiene, not to disease diagnosis, or treatment, will be answered by Dr. Brady if a stamped, self- addressed envelope is enclosed. Letters should be brief and written in ink, No reply can be made to queries not conforming to instructions. Address Dr. William Brady, in care of this newspaper. to have her first child? Would a slight leakage of heart give trouble in such an event? (Mrs. G.) Answer—At 35 a woman should be in her prime. As to the heart condi- ay her own physician can best ad- vise. Todin Ration Please send me the new edition of tory infection, that is, the germ or| the iodin ration, to restore hair. I virus of the disease is usually car-| have more pep than hair. (A. G. H.) ried from one person to another in the secretions from mouth, nose or throat of the patient or a healthy carrier, just as diphtheria or meas- les or whooping cough is spread. It may do no good, but it does no harm anyhow, to use a simple solu- tion of a heaping teaspoonful of boric acid in the pint of boiled water as a mouth wash or gargle or nasal spray three or more times a day, if there is a local outbreak of infantile paralysis. I don’t know whether this will pre- vent catching the disease, but I do know that such a solution is as effi- cient as any known antiseptic prep- aration one can use for such a pur- se. PeThe attack of poliomyelitis (infan- tile paralysis) begins very much like ordinary acute sore throat, grippe, coryza or other cri (Common Respir- atory Infection). After a few days of such mildly feverish illness the pa- tient complains of pain or tenderness or heaviness or weakness in some particular muscle group, usually in one limb, and the limb gradually be- comes weak or paralyzed, though generaly only partly powerless, that is, it is not entirely immovable. ‘The disease is infectious or com- municable only during the feverish stage, say the first week or ten days of the illness. After that, the pa- ralysis remains for weeks or months, but the condition is no longer infec- tious and the patient is not a menace to anybody. The paralysis or paresis (weakening) of the affected muscle group is merely the aftermath or re- | Answer—the new edition restores no more hair than the old edition did. At that a suitable iodin ration may postpone greying and falling of the hair. Enclose stamped addressed en- velope and ask for instructions. for taking an iodin ration. (Copyright John,F. Dille Co.) New York, Aug. 12—“Trunk babies” hold a position in the theater akin to the F. F. V's of the south, To say of an actor, “He's a trunk baby,” is to concede a ripe tradition. You see, the trunk baby disappeared with the old trouper. The term it- self is heard as rarely as “Oh, you kiddo,” or “Twenty-three, skiddo!” Yet among the surviving trunk babies are most of the Barrymores, George M. Cohan, practically all of the little Foys, Lulu McConnell, Eugene O'Neill, at least one of the Fred Stones, a couple of the Bennett girls and the young Mr. Rooney. There are hun- dreds of others, most of them past their twenties and several of them with whitened hair. ‘They were, in a word, the off- spring of stage folk hauled over the countrysides by parents who were in the show business. Dressing rooms were their nurseries and countryside hotels and Pullmans their homes for many a year. ** * “My cradle was literally swung from a trunk top,” Lulu O'Connell, vaudeville comic, once told me. “There was a little hammock swung across the top of the trunk lid. One time, I was told, a careless flunky dropped the lid and I was plunged into a scrambled mess of wardrobe. My yowls saved me from eventual suffoca- tion.” The erudite Eugene O'Neill tells many tales of hopping over the one- night stands with his father, the late James O'Neill, who was touring in “Monte Cristo.” Oddly enough, this battering around the country at an infant age appears to have had had little effect on the health of all concerned. They have turned out a sturdy, talented tribe despite small town hotel food and no dietetic schedule. eee QUICK CHANGE ARTISTS Visitors often ask why metal me- morial tablets are not placed on New York dwellings and buildings identi- fied with various famous Americana. The answer is simple One does not know when any edifice in Manhattan will be torn down to make way for something else. It’s all very well for dear old Eng- land to slap a plaque on Arnold Ben- nett’s house, but at this moment the Fifth Avenue residence of Mary Twain is a shell waiting the execu- tioners. Thus it has been for a cou- ple, of years. Teddy Roosevelt's Gramercy Park residence is a memor- ial, and the old Poe cottage may be located far up on the island, «mH One of the few markers in midtown is a modest bronze plate to Alan Seeg- er to be found in front of a rooming house in Washington Square South, Because of the uncertainty of wreck- ers’ moods,'a tree was planted just | across the way as a second memorial, It was a little bit surprising, the whom a@ generation of medicos have festened that name is still alive, Island, New York City. 8N/ close touch with those who cater to inmate of a cottage on North Brother j the retail needs of the northwest em- institution in the northwest. in the darkest days of the depression, it has helped the northwest merchant buy economically and intelligently by spreading before him the great other day, to read that the woman on| 4nd diversified Twin City market, and it has helped to keep the whole- saler and jobber and distributor in if it had not fulfilled} probably not qualified to have an need, depression] opinion on the hygienic question in- have written en end to| volved, 7 sult of the ieee: and is not in any | ri e sense an illness in itself. H Whether the victim fully recovers | I ennis Stars the use of the affected muscles or | i only partly regains control or fails to! rs show any improvement, there is nO HORIZONTAL Answer to Previous Puzzle” —_ saw. reason in the world why the general 17h ical 13 Inclination, physical and mental health should fe typica 16 Equips. not be quite as sound as though no poor man 17 Measure. attack of infantile paralysis had oc-' (Bibl.). 18 Totaled. I te gn tin sina ce REE E] 22 Paddle. The great remedy in the stage o! energy. 2 invasion is rest. Most intelligent folk ; ae ? ace now know that a day in bed is the 12 Measure of tournaments. best first aid treatment for most acute - 25 Simple. illnesses. Well, if the illness hap- | area, 27 Nei lecte a city pens to be acute poliomyelitis, then| 13 Beer. b Bi! the first day in bed is more potent for! 14 Genus of 29 Bid preventing paralysis or for limiting it | fishes. 4 ytle “. to a mild or a temporary paresis than | 45 4 stimulant. mont is any serum or other remedy as yes) 19 5, 33 Sewer. discovered. jronze. 35 “Stars and 19 To pull along 2 L I hope all parents who have ap- ‘0 pul 41 Extreme pain. VERTICA! —_—! Pealed to me for advice about this| 20 Fetid. 43To ventilate. 1Runnerup in 36 Arranges will heed the advice I give. Here it} 21 Famous wom- 45 at no time. women's tennis cloth, is: At all times, even if there is no an tennis 47 Type of horse. champion 37 Male title. immediate poliomyelitis scare, give champion. 48 Bewitchin; tests, 39 Equatie. your child the benefit of the doubt—| 23 Broad. i 2 Pepe's veil. 40 Opposite of send him to bed and keep him there! 24To commence. 5? To erase. 3 Prophet. debit. for at least twenty-four hours when- | 26 Sorrowful. 51 Little devil. 4To counter- 42 Houses. ever he manifests any symptoms of| 927 Donor, 52 Kinsfolk. sink, 44 Carmine. cri, or if you're mulish about it, then| 98 To gcrutinize. 53 Testified. 6 Thi 46 Fragrant oleo a “cold.” You never can tell, neither) 399 title anew. 55 Peeped out. 7 Thing. resin, can a doctor, and not even a nurse) 39 Bound 57 Age. 81 am (contrac: 48 Lateral. doubling in the role of little tin doc-| 34 inarticulate, 58 Third note. tion), 49To require, $56, what such an illness will Suen out) a5 eenary, 59 Tried, 9 Devoted. 52 Lock opener. : 38 Glazed cla; 60 Queer. 10To corrode. 54 Legume. Xf you are still in doubt whether the} 8 prea! YS) Humor. 11 Those that 56 Sun god. child is ill after he has remained in bed for 24 hours, then as a good par- ent you must (1) either keep him in bed another 24 hours or (2) call in your physician at once. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Two Kinds cf Opinion As a rule I find your teachings ex- cellent, but I disagree absolutely with you about one thing. I like to brush my teeth regularly ... (Miss M. B.) Answer—That is a matter of indi- vidual taste, not opinion. As a layman you are SX a So If the house is torn down, the tree | rt ema Se “NICE BOYS” Even in the days when Seeger lived there, it was a rooming house and is as transient today as it was then. The room which Seeger oc- cupied adjoined that of Stephen Crane and several others who oc- cupy high places in American let- ters. Young artists and writers are still drawn there. Somehow, they manage to pay their bills more promptly. A few years ago, with the Pleasant old iandiady, 1° was told that none of the brilliant young crow had attracted 9 great deal of attention at the time, but had seem- ed to “be such nice boys.” oe & A friend of mine once occupied rooms in which Twain had written “Innocents Abroad.” had great difficulty getting these quarters, although the rent was fairly steep. It seemed that young writers from all over the land had some superstitious theory that cre- ative effort would be stimulated by Ld atmosphere. Of course, it was- n't. Y wi. TODA “WOR Em | war AMERICANS ADVANCE On' Aug. 12, 1918, British and Amer- ican troops in Picardy advanced ra- pidly and were reported on the out- skirts of Roye, which was taken by the Germans in their first spring offensive. American forces also gained a foot- hold in Bray, in the same region. Hard-pressed German regiments were retreating in good order, but with tremendous losses from Allied artillery. The German divisions in this region apparently lacked reserves and were compelled to remain in the} battle line despite the fierce fight- News of another Austrian defeat in Italy further disheartened news- pardon the organized inea- the| pacity to do the thing that it knows He | Monod, leading They may take me out to the county jail and I just don't know what to wear—Mrs. Dorothy Pollak, 26, ad- mitted a No measure taken this far has even scratched the surface of unemploy- ment. We must creatc millions of Jobs. Boortaning wn, hours is a first step to it—' Green, pres- ident, American ue tase of Labor. * If another war breaks out, public opinion throughout the world will not church its ought to be done.—-Professor Wilfred French Protestant, No horse hesitates to follow a man ‘We're offe: the people of Texas a TWA Pacatine ieee tommenne oc tet ‘The - al purpose of vacations is to give workers change, a physician says. The way it usually works out, though, the vacationist gets back without change of any kind. xe x Any employer says that labor won't be satisfied long with the five-day week, What the workers will eventually ask for is the five: day week-end. * *e The real trouble with government | seems to be that we have too few} ideals and too many deals. ** * From the action of the bulls in the market these days, it looks as if the cat isn’t the only animal with a minimum of nine lives. * oe A farmer-economist says the wheat ners set for one. see Most of the nations of the trouble is that so far we have had no volunteers for the mother role, STICKERS pit is the greatest gambling place in the world. And all these years we thought the greatest gamble was the jot. papers in Berlin, some of which were | ball beginning to hint that peace should ** * Mussolini says he is a firm ad- W]he s a COPYRIGHT SYNOPSIS In the Mexican desert, a masked cider, his gun still warm, hides in the sheltering mesquite as the cav- alry ride past. They stop beside the Prostrate figure of a man, “Lopez!” they exclaim, and a shiver runs through the group. A jeering laugh bursts down from above, and up they see the masked rider out- lined against the sky. Across the border, a tall, handsome stranger ar- Verdi Junction. His atten- tion is drawn to an abandoned auto- tives mobile. CHAPTER IL Puzzled, the man walked down the road, noting with increasing wonder that no footprints led away from the car. He stopped before it, laid a casual hand on the hood, then drew back with a quick start of sur- prise. The radiator was hot! Once more he cast a rapid look about him, but the desert lay silent and empty beneath the slanting rays of the early sun, Suddenly, apparently from be- neath his feet a woman's voice was raised in mild resentment. “Where did I put that damned bolt this time?” the voice asked. Then from beneath the car anarm appeared, followed, after a moment's silence, by a head of coppery hair, A serambling, rustling in the sand, and now the man found himself looking down into a surprised face, generously smudged with oil and grease. A pair of wide violet eyes looked up at him, then the rest of the girl rolled from beneath the car and slowly arranged a badly wrin- kled dress» She sat up. She con- sidered him for a moment, then sud- denly she smiled. “You are Sefior Radcliffe.” It was a contagious smile, and the voice itself held just the trace of an accent, He looked down at the smudged face. His eyes twinkled. “We have with ‘us the village mind-reader.” Rapidly she through the thick waves of her hair, shaking out the sands that still clung. “That,” she said, “was easy. I promised Don Bob to drive over and pick up his friend Ted Radcliffe, You're the only applicant. And I would have been here in good time, but"—she looked accysingly at the car—“I am having one battle with the steering rod.” “Broken?” . “No, bent—knocked against a high center in the road. If I could just straighten that rod—” Again she looked up at him. “Here, anyone your size should be able to bend a’ crowbar, Come on under.” And she disappeared beneath the car. Drop- ping to the ground, the man squirmed after her. The sand was liberally strewn with bolts and nuts and assorted screws. “You'll have enough parts: left over for a radio set,” he smiled. “No, I won't. I’ve been through all this before. Look, can you straighten that thing?” Turning on his back, Radcliffe raised both hands and with little ef- fort bent the long rod. “Hold it there,” she commanded, and reached for a bolt. “You mustn’t mind if I sprawl all over you.” She dropped the bolt into place and ‘clamped on a nut. A moment of breathless silence, then a long sigh, “Now it’s easy. Can you reach up—/ every automobile and behind every no, on the other side of me—there, Just hold that bolt, And don’t mind if I knock sand in your eyes. There! That's it.” She began hammering in- dustriously with her wrench, then caught the low rumble of his voice! Bob I'd drive you str: end 5 1 ee. OSES Ea ~ bo F ran both hands GAY BANDIT _, the BORDER : 64y TOM GILL _— 1931, BY INTERNATIONAL, MAGAZINE (0, INC. ~ DISTRIBUTED BY KING FEATURES ‘SYNDICATE, INC. “Sefior, 1 cannot hear a word you're saying.” “That's probably because your knee’s, embedded in my wishbone,” came the muffled words. “I was just saying that if you'll let me I can put the rest of these ornaments together myself.” He heard her laugh, saw her ‘ramble from beneath the car, and in a few minutes joined her. Radcliffe looked dubiodsly at his hands, then seated himself \on the running board and began rubbing sand between his fingers. “I thought you had collected all the grease.” Again the violet eyes looked up at him. “Am I terribly sucia—how do you say—grimy?” she asked, For answer he took out his hand- kerchief and wiped a long streak on her cheek. “See that?” He showed her the blackened linen. “And there's lots more—two on your chin, and your nose is just one blob of gear grease.” “And Bob told me to look my best.” The girl knelt down before him as a child might. “Please wipe off as much as you can, I'll get some cold cream in Verdi.” Doubtfully he took her face in one huge hand, and with the other be- gan laboriously scrubbing. The big, long-lashed eyes kept looking sol- emnly up at him, The heavy waves of her hair kept falling in his way. Her skin was so soft. The touch of it brought a sense of quick delight. There was a perfume about her, an exotic something, and that faintest of accents in her voice made him ask, “Are you American?” She gave him that pleasant lilting laugh, “I’m Irish and Spanish and some Mexican. That should make me a good American.” She leaned back, resting on her hands, looking up at him. “And you are Ted Rad- cliffe, friend of Don Bob, and you're coming out to stay with him, Bueno, we need many, many big, broad- shouldered men out here.” “Why?” The girl’s face had suddenly sob- cred, intent on some inner thought, “We need men who are not afraid of anything on earth, Sometime I'll tell you why.” “Good! That means we'll see each other again.” She seemed to consider. “I think so, I come in often to Don Bob's ranch,” Then she rose and climbing into critically to the engine, and pointed to her side. ‘ ii GeaDyYS FARKETR, Maybe a politician is called the salt of the earth because he's a great shaker. Pmcoenearerans he would have met you himself, Bob was terribly sorry until I told him I'd rescue you. And tonight you'll be together. Meanwhile, you are ta rest or ride, or do whatever you like, but tonight Aunt Clara, the-major’s wife, is having you te dinner, Bob will be there.” “And in the meantime can I ride with you?” Those coppery curls gleamed as she shook her head. “Not this after- noon. After I drop you at Bob's, I'm going down to Mexico.” “Mexico?” “Si, my home. The boundary. line runs through Verdi. I live twenty miles south of the line—on a ranch.” “You have cattle?" Again she smiled. “Two or three.” Once more he breathed deeply and looked about him. “It’s queer,” he exclaimed at last. “It's almost like coming home. And yet I’ve never been here, but my father told me so much of this border country, lived here years and years ago. When I was a kid I could name every waterhole and ranchhouse around Verdi, and all morning I've had that strange feeling of return ing—of coming back to a place I've never really been.” He “You are from the East?” “T've lived East most of my life, but I was born near the desert. Later I lived in Denver, I learned Spanish there, and as a Kid I must have prowled around with every sheepherder in Colorado.” His voice stopped. “I haven't many happy memories of Denver.” Then his eyes grew somber, he fell silent and, busy with their own thoughts, they drove steadily across the glistening sands. A gate loomed up ahead of them, and passing through it, the girl stopped the car before a low adobe bungalow. About it stretched thick lawns, their cool greenness beckone ing in welcome contrast to the drab browns of the desert, Vines covered the adobe walls, Two servants ran out and in answer to the girl's brief orders carried Radcliffe's bags and trunk into the house, Reluctantly he stepped from the car. “T hate to let you go,” he told her, “but you've been a dear to bring me over,” She held out a slim hand, “Noth- ing. Bob's friends are mine. Adios.” The cool little hand seemed to lie 80 trustingly in his, and again he felt his pulse quicken. “Not adios, the car, tested the starter, listened | F ‘or I will see you again, won't I?” The wide eyes looked steadily down at him, the lips moved in a “Jump, in and we'll pick up your| tiny smile. “Do you really want to, Plunder,’ ‘ She watched him as he lifted the ‘big wardrobe trunk in his arms and put it effortlessly into the back seat. She nodded in approval, “You are what we call out. here an homre y medio—a man and a half.” Gingerly she let in the clutch, and the car bumped slowly down the road. In the growing light the man watched her hair touched by the morning sun, casting a thousan bronzed high! ! H 4 her driving, and once again he will know it, big Ted Radcliffe?” “T want to very much. And I also want to know your name,” She laughed. “I wonder. But you man. And you'll she passed the gate and vanished down the dusty His first day had begun quietly caught her watching him out of| But before that first day ended it those wide, frank eyes of hers, “You're thinking—?" she asked. “I was thinking it must be a real country that has men like Don Bob —and girls like you, Are there many like you out here?” “Oh, you'll find one of me under cactus,’ They climbed a rise, and the girl nodded toward a little cluster of border country. held no cloud. He Spent it rambling about the ranch- house, unpacking and writing, con- eta seyret a Lop sense Ing. After lon; a el the desert ais the Sie welt- of far horizons, the rising, shimmer= ing heat waves and the purple hills dwellings. “Verdi,” she said, “but I of M these were to hi must not take you to town, I told/ the fulfi + ae te is del oes of some promise Jong ranch, If the train hadn't been late a iv a we Ob ™ ary hoy abe % ”