The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, September 10, 1932, Page 4

SP laa RR Ha ns cata NaNO deblaeatiomeeee te ee _THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1982 ‘The Bismarck Tribune Fa An Independent Newspaper ; THE STATE'S OLDEST t NEWSPAPER fg (Established 1873) Published by The Bismarck Tribune Company, Bismarck, N. D., and en- tered at the postoffice at Bismarck as second class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN President and Publisher. Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Daily by carrier, per year........$7.20 Daily by mail per year (in Bis- j MALCK) .......... cece eee seeee 7.20 Daily by mail per year (in state outside Bismarck) sos , Daily by mail outside of North PBMC 65s. 0 sss ssecssccsseeses GOO Weekly by mail in state, per year $1.00 Weekly by mail in state, three years . a Weekly by utside Dakota, per year Weekly by mail in Canada, per year ... 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 Agitating a Change Petitions are being circulated in Grand Forks calling for an election to determine the wisdom of return- ing to the aldermanic system of gov- ernment. The Grand Forks City Taxpayers’ association is sponsoring ; the movement. Its members declare that the commission form of govern- ment is largely responsible for mounting taxes and extravagance in the operation of the city’s business. They believe that an aldermanic form would be more responsive to popular will. W. H. Alexander, president of the association, in a recent address before @ joint luncheon of the service clubs, cited some very significant facts rela- tive to city government costs under commission form. | We quote from his speech as re- Ported in the Grand Forks Herald: “Turning to taxes in the city of Grand Forks, the speaker said the taxes levied in 1910 were $70,000, when the city had a pop- ulation of 12,478; in 1920 they were $168,161, with a population of 14,010; in 1930 they were $244,- 338 with a population of 17,175, while in 1931 they were $282,249 with a population estimated at 17,500. “He set at $734,474.71 the total amount of taxes levied in the city by all taxing bodies, divided as follows: City, $282,249.32; schools, $273,893.95; parks, 068.27; county, $100,915.23, and state, $49,347.94. “Mr. Alexander challenged statements concerning reduction of taxes in Grand Forks, declar- ing that certain charges such as Paving, sewers, engineers’ supplies and other items had been sharply reduced, marking a decrease of $65,900, whereas the budget ap- Propriations for other operating Purposes, he said, had been in- creased $15,720.” Grand Forks’ experience is that of Practically every city in the United States. City governments have been beset by so-called experts and effi- ciency engineers. Faddists have been given all the rope they needed and they have developed a municipal racket which is draining the taxpay- er’s pockets and confiscating his property. Many extravagances have been per- Petrated under the guise of educa- tion. The school system holds a great power over the home and voters generally have given the various boards what they asked. It is evi- dent now that with the pinch, school | budgets are being examined more closely and questions are being asked | which are not always easy to answer. | The people are beginning to debunk | some of the educational propaganda. | There is a long road still to go, but | incidents such as the Grand Forks inquiry into the commission form of government are healthy trends. Editorial Comment || Another St. Lawrence Link (Duluth Herald) The Great Lakes-St. Lawrence wa- terway made another important gain toward completion yesterday when an eer in council was signed by the inadian government at Ottawa ap- proving the general plans of the Beauharnois water power, which con- plates the development of half a lllion horse power. “Private interests will develop the canal connecting Lake St. Louis and Dake St. Francis, a distance of 14 les. In developing water power, concern will create a waterway it will turn over to the govern- it as a part of the price of the Remember the Trojan Horse (An Editorial) North Dakota politics have reached an interesting if not a dramatic stage. This is one state in the Union where politics is Played every week in the year without any closed season. There are elements in the current situation, however, which should put all Democrats on their guard. First of all it should not be forgotten that the I, V. A. organization and its candidates were repudiated in the June primary. Here at least is a mandate from the people for a new deal in North Dakota politics. Any scheme or plan from the fertile brain of L. L. Twichell or his satelites to fasten a campaign program upon the shoulders of the Democrats should be carefully examined for jokers. It is not considered polite to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the exigencies of the present political situation in this state demand a careful examination of not only the mouth but the rest of the anatomy of the Trojan horse which the I. V. A. apparently are seeking to push into the camp of the Democratic warriors. Greeks bearing gifts have been suspected ever since Homer penned his classic legend, the moral of which has force in this situation. **¢ 6 ¢ * & Democratic success in this state hinges on two very definite political trends. First, the unpopularity of President Hoover in the rural sections of the state and lack of faith generally in Republican promises. Second, the absence of enthusiasm on the part of the rank and file of Nonpartisans over the gubernatorial candidacy of Willliam Langer. He is viewed by many as an interloper, one still tainted by former alliances with the I. V. A. organization. This feeling has been intensified of late by his action in seeking to initiate laws which would have placed additional tax burdens upon the backs of the farmers. There is also his espousal of the sales tax, which is not a plank in the Nonpartisan League platform. His fellows on the League ticket are quite indignant that Mr. Langer continues to write his own platform as he dashes about adding new planks daily to which his fellows cannot subscribe and which they often warmly resent. Be that as it may, this situation improves the chances of the Democrats of electing a governor, a hard task to say the least in a state so strongly Republican as North Dakota. John Burke, however, made the grade and North Dakota went Democratic in the 1912 and the 1916 Presidential elections. So there is always a chance of history repeating itself. There is, too, in Nonpartisan ranks a decided difference of opinion over presidential candidates. Affiliated in name at least with the Republican party, the Nonpartisan League is bitterly divided in allegiance between Hoover and Roosevelt. Nonpfirtisans on the federal payroll are working strenuously to carry the state for their jobs and Hoover. There seems to be a working agreement as far as Hoover is concerned between William Stern, National Re- publicsn committeeman, who is looking after the President's interests in this state and some Nonpartisans. In return, Mr. Stern, always identified with the I. V. A. faction in politics, announces he will support the Republican state and congressional ticket named at the June primaries. The inference is that he will expect all Nonpartisans to keep quict if they cannot be openly for President Hoover. They must not shout for Roosevelt. 8 6 8 ee To date all of them have been painfully quiet on the presidential preferences. The Democrats have been trying to force the Re- publican candidates to commit themselves on Hoover, but as the Popular song has it, they are all “Not looking to the right; not looking to the left but keeping in the middle of the middle of the road.” Or in the lingo of the Negro spiritual, they are not utter- ing “a murmuring word.” * 2 & eo ee Which brings us to the nub of the situation. Where do these complications leave the broken fragments of the I. V. A. machine? Ever since the inception of the I. V. A. organization, the state has split into well-defined groups over the so-called state industrial program. Several years ago, the Nonpartisans cleaned house. Many radical leaders were relegated and the League announced that there would be no more extension of so-called state socialism. They purged their ranks and for years have been quietly building up public confidence and support, retaining some offices against the onslaughts of the I. V. A. until finally, at the June primaries, they captured every post, and with that victory great and distressing responsibilities. Into the picture comes the two-fisted fighting “Bill” Langer. He captured the nomination in a convention torn by strife and dis- sension. Langer strode the political boards declaiming and threat- ening dire things if he were not nominated. To most delegates he was as popular as Jonah on the ship's deck. He won a victory costly for the harmony and singleness of purpose which had moti- vated the League for years. Langer crashed the gates over deter- mined opposition and since the primaries has had a devastating career on the hustings. + + 2 & * 8 This situation has given the political stock of the Democrats an advance of several points. Here is where L. L. Twichell and his I, V. A. machine enter the picture. Where there is political strife there is always political hope. The I. V. A. managers are great opportunists. H. C. DePuy of Grafton, Democratic gubernatorial nomineee, a quiet, dignified country lawyer of high standing at the bar and indisputable integrity, seems to be the key to the situation. He is to be approached by the I. V. A. leaders, if he has not already been seen, for the purpose of patching up a working agreement whereby the Democrats get the glory and some of the bellwethers of the Twichell machine hold their old jobs. A most natural campaign development and not sinful politically. It is being done in all Political parties. But just here is where the Democrats are urged to be on their guard. There is humor in the suggestion that a committee sound out DePuy's position on the Nonpartisan League program. The wisdom of Solomon could never explain the I. V. A’s position on that issue. Its leaders have, during many campaigns, inveighed against state socialism most vehemently but after winning office have operated the state-owned properties at high speed for the glory of politics and patronage. Picture a dignified committee of I. V. A's going up to R. B. Murphy's town of Grafton and inviting DePuy out on his front porch to tell the boys how he feels about the Nonpartisan League program. Few people have been worrying much about state socialism for the last ten years, not since R. A. Nestos said in accents pure: “We must try it out,” not bury it as the I. V. A. organization pledged dur- ing the recall election which ultimately sent Frazier to the United States senate, John Hagen to a good job on Hoover's dry squad and, as retributive justice, may send William Lemke to a seat in Congress. That committee, if it ever makes a trip to Grafton, ought to get a good laugh out of DePuy. “+ * © #8 The I. V. A. machine was defeated last June as a protest against conditions generally and more particularly because the voters re- fused to swallow the old ballyhoo about radicalism. If the Demo- crats stand up and take @ shot of that kind of political serum from Twichell’s needle as a campangn curtain raiser, the comedy has just started. Naturally, the Democrats are looking for votes wherever they can find them. In a state which is overwhelmingly Republican and where a Republican nomination is usually tantamount to an elec- tion, the Democrats must get Republican support to put over na- tional and state candidates. The I. V. A. clique, until this June, lead state politics for four years. Democrats left their party allegiance for political favors. Many of them were treated harshly at the hands of Twichell and his band and the fusion arrangement fortunately came to an end. With prospects of a national victory, the Democratic party has been revived in North Dakota and it is a good thing, not only for the Democratic party but also for the state. When this state returns to two contending parties, Republican and Democratic, wiping out both I. V. A. and Nonpartisan organi- zations as such, then only can a constructive program be launched. Unfortunately there are men in both organizations who for selfish reasons want to keep the ancient class strife boiling. It may be said for the Nonpartisans, however, that with few exceptions—and one very notable one—its leaders are tired of the old strife and have the best interests of the state at heart. There have been recent evidences that most Democrats are of the same mind. If the political cohorts in North Dakota can only be regimented into two parties seeking for this state a solution of many pressing problems in harmony of action and dignity of execution, what a relief for everyone! ‘The Democratic party probably will get the support of many voters who cast their ballots for the I. V. A. candidates. This support normally will come their way without the Democratic party adopting the I. V. A. program or consenting to let that leadership dominate in the handling of the state campaign. Naturally such support is most welcome to Democrats who desire victory, but no organization, I. V. A. or any other, can deliver solid blocs of votes. If the Democrats hitch their cart to the discredited I. V. A. machine they may alienate as many voters as they gain. I, V. A. leaders are staunch supporters of President Hoover who, with some Nonpartisans holding federal jobs, are bending every effort to carry North Dakota for the President. That is a finespun net which the Democrats should avoid. They cannot this year separate the state from the national campaign. Their big bet is Franklin D. Roosevelt. If the Hoover managers are successful in having the Democrats soft pedal Roosevelt in this state in hope of capturing a few state jobs, a cute political coup will have succeeded. The overture has the ear-marks of a Twichell trick to turn the faith- 1 ful Democrats from the straight and narrow path. Is it to be Principles or Pelf? By William PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE 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. LOOK OUT! NOT IN The effect of a great deal of the quack doctor bait that is exploited as “health” stuff these days is morbid introspection. And these latter day charlatans know that’s the secret of success—get ‘em looking in and they'll forget to look out. In the old days we regular or old school quacks pushed our “pills and potions” for everything, real or imag- inary. It was a pretty nasty business, yet we were not so bad at that, for the customers were at least permit- ted to develop their own complaints. Now all that is changed. The gilded charlatans today look upon such busi- ness as piker trade. They go in for big business, They do not wait for the suckers to develop symptoms; on the contrary they devote a large por- tion of the takings to the business of Providing everybody with precisely the complaints the charlatans purport to prevent or cure, That's what nine- tenths of so-called “health” litera- ture and radio publicity is for. A clergyman serves as an example: Dear Doctor Brady: Last summer, during about 3 weeks of my vacation, I was not near a restaurant for breakfasts, so I got the following in my room every day. First, about a pint of water, two oranges and one lemon juice at 5 a. m. Allowing this half an hour in my tummy I then drank one pint of hot evap- orated milk (equivalent to a quart unevaporated). This break- fast menu worked admirably so far as I know. But I did note a@ remarkable diminution in the quantity of ... (here the poor man goes into minutiae over the body functions) . . . although I drank water freely, I ate sparingly the rest of the day. I would have thought nothing of this change in (more details of function) had I not talked with a friend and told her that I was losing weight. She had reduced ... but said she had to stop so strict a diet because she had “Ben Told” that to reduce so rapidly was to endanger the kidneys. ‘That made me wonder if my diet was endangering ... In the field of anatomy, physiology, hygiene and pathology this good man is as ignorant and gullible as is any yokel who ever purchased six bottles of tonic for $5 from the traveling specialist at the county fair. Yes, and there are millions of wiseacres, in- tellectual simpletons just like him, and they are all more or less con- cerned about the specific effects of this and that food or combination of foods and fearfully and wonderfully misinformed about “acidosis,” “toxe- mia” and all that familiar hokum. One can love, admire and even re- spect a man who is ignorant and knows his own ignorance. But one can’t stomach the wiseacre, the in- tellectual snob, the fool who fatuously imagines his folly is wisdom. The minister informs me that his “breakfast” of infant pap worked admirably so far as he knows. Well, it is obvious the poor man doesn’t know farther than his back teeth. Characteristically, the dominie gives no clue as to what, if anything, ails him. If the carrying out of my prescription were compulsory I'd give him a job mowing the lawn or trim- ming the hedge and make him eat @ man’s breakfast regularly. Prob- ably all his trouble is from looking in when he should be looking out, QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Thirty Dollars’ Worth of Advice We used the ointment for athlete’s foot and it cured the trouble. Then we used your prescription for itching scalp and dandruff, with fine results. Since April my husband has been using boric acid for catarrhal (?) condition in his nose and throat, which he has had for years. Many sprays and other remedies have failed to relieve it or stop the crusting. Now the boric acid is doing more good than any other treatment he has used.—(Mrs. J. P.) Answer—At an outlay for postage and packing of a few cents, Pop should spend the difference for more insurance. The Diet of Worms If in eating green vegetables (not cooked) or relishes or salad one should happen to eat a small worm, could the worm possibly live inside a person?—(R. A.) Answer—Not after it entered the stomach. There it would quickly suc- cumb and be digested. Gall-Bladder Not Needed Having suffered with what ap- peared to be indigestion for several months, I went to and was examined by their doctors. They say I have cholecystitis and that I must have the gall-bladder removed. Can one regain one’s former health after removal of the gall-bladder, or does it cause permanent damage?—(J. H. L.) Answer—The gall-bladder has no essential function in the present race. Like the appendix, it will never be missed. 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Ted Radcliffe, a young Ameri- can whose father Morales ruined, loves the Spaniard’s beautiful niece, Adela. Jito, Morales’ ward, is jeal- ous. Bob Harkness, a friend of Ted’s late father, urges Ted not to quarrel with Morales, as he has other plans. Following a raid on the village by Jito’s vaqueros, one of his men is killed by Anton, an Indian. Morales, fearing the vengeance of the tribe, releases Anton. Out riding, Adela tells Ted she disapproves of her un- cle’s treatment of th: peons. Ted considers Adela’s wealth a barrier between them, but she tells him to let nothing interfere when he falls in love. CHAPTER XXVI Mounting slowly, as if reluctant to break the spell, they followed the little stream up the slope to where it narrowed and at last lost itself among the firs. Adela stopped. She frowned at her watch. We're going to be later than the very devil, unless——" She swerved her horse, seized with a sudden thought, “Instead of following that winding trail, let’s cut across here and pick it up north of the foothills. That will save us at least an hour.” Ted groaned. “If all the hours T’ve lost following shortcuts were placed end to end——” he began. “1 know. They'd reach back to! the Ark. But after all we can’t miss the desert, and we must save time. So don’t be so solemn. Take that lumbering horse out of my way and I'll show you some plain and fancy guiding.” “God help us all,” was Ted’s only comment, as he fell in behind. It was hard going. The way led up the side of a cafion, and at its top they followed a dim game trail over a grassy meadow and down again into a thicket of chaparral that tore at their riding breeches and pulled continually at their arms. lt was a hot and breathless place, hemmed in by foothills. For an hour they rode in silence, then she stopped. — “I don’t like the way this trail’s leading,” she told him. Ted laughed outright. “Then you're hard to please. The trail’s been leading so many ways that some of them should meet your ap- proval.” He pointed to a gna: ed, lightning - shattered pine. “We've passed that monarch of the forest three times in the last half-hour.” “You're a shameless, barefaced fiar, my boy. If you don’t like my iding, you try it, Not ky You guide this week and I’ll'try my hand at it next.” Without answering she turned her mare and, glancing at the western sun, laid a course due north. Soa half-hour passed and at its end they stopped on the edge of a deep cafion, A narrow trail made by deer wr cattle and washed by heavy rains led steeply downward. It was hardly more than a series of irregular rocky steps in the face of the cliff, and du- biously they looked at the trail, then at each other, Adela shook her head. “Not too good. But they're used to rough going, these horses, and, after all, we've got to get across. We'd better lead them down.” Ted dismounted, He looked dowr into the granite, shadowy depths of the cafion. He frowned at the trail. “I'll go first,” he suggested. From the start it was plain that the desert horses had no great liking for what must have seemed to them avery crazy proceeding. Ted's roan pulled abruptly back on the bridle, f , O = —- FY COPYRIGHT 1931, BY INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE CO, aoe then stepped gingerly forward, snif- fing at each step, shaking his head in disapproval. “You'd better wait until 1 get clear,” Ted called back. “There’s no use in both getting stuck at the bot- tom of this ill-favored place.” She nodded and he caught a look of anxiety in her eyes, Very carefully the man led on. At least the path was not slippery, He held the reins loosely, letting the horse choose his steps. Over half- way down, now, and the worst seemed already behind him. And perhaps they might safely have made that hazardous descent had not dis- aster chosen to place a loose rock in the horse’s path. Ted heard the stumble and felt a sudden tug on the bridle. He turned in time to see the big roan’s forefeet miss the path and plunge forward. The reins were torn from his hand, and in another instant the horse had crashed among - the rocks and cactus beneath. Frantically Ted scrambled down and reached the horse’s side. One look at-the legs and the man turned away, sick at heart. He reached into the saddle pocket and, pulling out the automatic, shot twice. As the sound of the shots rattled and echoed up the narrow cafion, he heard the girl running down the trail. “There was no other way,” he! said. “It was a long fall.” “I know, 1 could see from above.” Terror stood in her eyes, “It was. my fault, Thank God it wasn’t you.” She bit her lip. “Let's go back up.” Ted took off the saddle and lifted it to a high rock, then followed the girl to the rim above. “The horse is out of pain? Adela asked. “He's quite dead.” “Poor old fellow.” She walked a little way down the path and stood without a word gaz- ing across the cafion. After a few moments she returned, “And now about us. What are we going to do with one horse?” “We can’t be more than twenty miles from home,” Ted estimated. “1 can walk as fast as your mare until we get out on the plains, then you could gallop ahead and send a horse out for me. If 1 have to spend a night on the desert, that’s no great hardship.” Adela shook her head. “It’s not quite so simple. For one thing, I’m not sure we will get out of these| foothills before dark, and we haven't crossed that cafion yet.” Ted slipped the automatic into his, pocket, “At any rate, we'd better get going. I'll walk ahead and we'll skirt the cafion, There must be some break in it that we can cross.” But crossing the cafion seemed no nearer a possibility when, at the end of an hour, they stopped again on. the edge of its vertical rim. Already the shadows were lengthening, and a sudden coolness in the air told of evening’s coming. Though neither! of them spoke, to both came the thought that a night on the edge of the desert awaited them. Once luck favored them. Just before dusk the cafion headed abruptly into a broad hillside, and in half an hour they had crossed and at a fast walk were de- scending the long slope to the last outpost of the foothills. Above the coolness of the hills puffs of hot, dry air came to them, telling of the Sometimes, nearness of the desert. The trees were sparser and more gnarled, and on the south slope of the knolls cactus was reaching back out of the sand, Their throats were dry, and once they stopped to drink sparingly from the canteen in Adela’s saddle pocket, Then on again, and as the last light faltered in the west, they emerged from the timber and looked down upon that world of sand and cactus, GAY BANDIT _, th BORDER: b4y TOM GILL INC. —~? DISTRIBUTED BY KING FEATURES ‘SYNDICATE, INC. that still unconquered mystery men call the desert. Ted’s eyes sought the far horizon. Nothing but purple mists and darke ening sky. No sight of human li Adela was looking to the west. "t think I've found my stupid self at last,” she said, “but we're miles west. of where we should have struck the desert, That promonotory over there, that far one looking a little like bird’s head—I think that’s Eagle Rock, It’s ten miles from there to the ranch.” “And fifteen from here to the rock,” Ted estimated. “Twenty-five miles for a tired horse. Why don't you ride in while it’s cool and 1 can camp here until tomorrow. | hate to see you take the desert alone, yet the mare will guide you home, won't she?” For a moment the girl sat in thought, then deliberately she swung out of the saddle and took off the cinch. “It’s better for us to spend the night here.” “But you'r uncle will be wild with anxiety.” “Of course he will. And I’ll catch what the major once called ‘merry old hell’ tomorrow, but 1 haven't the heart to make the beast face twenty five miles more. Besides, 1 don’t want to leave you here.” “What could happen to me?” “Lots of terrible things. For one thing, anyone as dumb as I’ve turned out to be might not be able to find you in the morning. Besides, I’m tired.” “But——" “Ted, look around and gather some soft stuff to lie on, and stop talking. I’ve decided to compromise myself.” She smiled like a wayward child. “What uncle will say tomor- tow isn’t part of today’s troubles. Really, this sort of thing is good for him, It gives him something to think about besides El Coyote.” Slowly she pulled off her riding boots and gingerly rubbed her in- steps, then looked up. “There's a lot of lunch still in that saddiebag, Don Ted, and some spring water in the canteen.” Radcliffe laid on the ground what remained of the lunch, then sat be- side her. He got out his cigarettes and divided them into two piles. “When the last one is smoked we go to sleep.” With his knife he cut dry branches of chaparral and soon had a small fire blazing. “Not that we need the heat,” he commented, “but that is always the thing to do. Besides, 1 like the way it makes your eyes glisten.” “These glistening eyes are going to be closed in sweet slumber before many cigarettes, 1 must be in sad condition to tire from a thirty-mile ride.” She wiggled her toes before the fire, Ted went again to the horse and brought up the saddle-blanket. Adela sighed in contentment. “Not half bad, is it?” She yawned while the smoke from their cigarettes drifted toward the crackling flames. “Ever since 1 can remember I’ve wanted to get lost in the desert,” she added. “By yourself?” “Dios, no, Always with some big, broad-shouldered man who would find me and put blankets over my feet, Thanks, I’ve spent many nights on the desert, out with the cattle hands, but I’ve never been lost, 1 remember, 1 would imagine myself lost, and then this unknown horseman would always come galloping over the sands and snatch me up into the saddle and take me home. And sometimes I would be lost and couldn’t get home and would spend the night out here where the coyotes would come down and glare into the fire. That slways gave me a delightfully goose-flesh feeling. STe Be Continued) ra