The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 24, 1935, Page 6

ia THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, WEDNESDAY, JULY 24, 1935 The Bismarck Tribunell : An Independent Newspaper THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Batablished 1873) State, City and County Official Newspaper Published by The ‘as second class mail matier. George D. Mann President and Publisher Archie O, Johnson Kenneth W. Simons Secretary, and Treasurer Editor Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Daily by carrier, per year .........seeceeeees S720 Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) .. -. 1.20 Daily by mail, per year (in state outside of Daily by mail outside of North Dakota . Weekly by mail tn state, per year . Weekly by mail outside of North Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press ed Press is exclusively entitled to tne tion of all ispate credited to the local news of spontaneous origin pu! All rights of republication of all other matter also reserved. Inspiration for Today Neither murmur ye, as some of them also mur- mured, and were destroyed of the destroyer.— I Corinthians, 10:10, Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neigh- bors for all their amusement.—Bancroft. ( e Grin and Bear It If you have been bothered by mosquitoes for the last week or more, be cheerful. So has everyone else and there seems nothing that can be done about it. Squash the big black rascal that appears so malevolently on junior’s forehead and then take the child in and wash off the blood. You probably have gotten revenge on the fellow that raised those lumps on the back of your neck and whined so insultingly in your ear as you frantically slapped for freedom. : Sitting out in the yard, popular two weeks ago, now has become.an endurance test.. -Only the flagellant can- long -continue: what used: to be a pleasant pastime. Screens constitute the only defense against the multifarious black bombers. That fly swatter, swung against the walls and ceilings during nocturnal forays against the intruders, is merely an ameliorant. Those with thick hides alone can pursue the even tenor of their ways. Hardy souls who have worked in the sun until their skins have turned a rich mahogany seem immune to this persistent torture. Perhaps those layers of tan constitute an armor which the devilish drills of the attackers cannot penetrate.. At any rate some of these men go about their work unperturbed. Another proof that white hands and white collar jobs carry penalties other than.a sagging waistline. Suggestions for the elimination of the pests appear to be in vain. The Tribune has heard many, but for every bright proposal there seems an equally cogent obstacle. One man advocates using oil, drained from the crankcases of automobiles, to coat the sloughs and ponds of stagnant water, opines that men from the transient camp or those on the FERA rolls could do the work. The answer is that to be effective a wide area must be treated. Mosquitoes ride on the wind with the same graceful ease as the preda- tory hawk. If we got rid of our own we would only offer a bigger opportunity for the neigh- bors’ brood. And besides, another sport already is claim- ing the proposed ammunition. Most of the used oil now goes into the upkeep and construction of greens on golf courses. The supply isn’t equal to the demand for that purpose. One thing alone offers hope to the suffering. The life span of a mosquito is said to be very short. Perhaps a turn in the weather wheel will bring rescue. Until then we can only grin and bear it. It Means Nothing Talk of an important “third party” in America’s po- litleal affeirs means nothing. That is made apparent by the fact that the various groups which cannot agree with either of the old parties also cannot agree among themselves. Right now, for example, we already have three “third parties” in the nation. They are the Socialists, still the most reputable of the smaller organizations, the “pro- uction for use group” which met a month ago at Chi- cago and decided upon a program of their own, and the “share the wealth” organisation wherein 20 delegates met at Omaha under the Farmer-Labor aegis and nomi- nated General Jacob Coxey for the presidency. Add to these the fact that William Z. Foster, once a Communist candidate for the presidency, has announced in Moscow (yes, he's in Russia now) a plan to organise |those money. & Workers’ Party under Communist auspices and the |Roosevelt’s virtues tMovement approaches the ridiculous. The result of all of these varying efforts is that one more than a small fraction of the votes even if they get On the ballot—and it is doubtful if many of them will. case for years in the past. the mysteries of the universe, excluding, Alf Gourse, the operations of the Nazis in Germany. gee ~ Chicago museum director predicts America may be- & nomad nation Iii on wheels. fuad mation ving on rel Eepdrn ore soning faster than they used to, says #® Berlin physician—or faster, at least, than their par- ents would lke then to. ad enough Bismarck Tribune Company, Bis- marck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at Bismarck On this basis it becomes clear that the citizen who Wants his vote to count for something will be either a Republican or a Democrat in 1936, just as has been the Prof. Einstein has been working on a single law to waster the Republicans, if they are smart, will Braves has ) ehind the Scenes ||! | in Washington | | WITH RODNEY DUTCHER Nation’s Eyes Turn to Main Street, Warren, Pa. in War Over Utilities Bill . . . More Sensations Brewing . «+ Drama and Comedy Blend as Small Towners i Give Evidence on Burned Telegrams. |. Washington, July 24—(#)—Current _hot-weather battles featuring spiders, snakes, tarantulas, and other junpleasant forms of animal life are tame stuff along- side the grinding test of strength between the admin- istration and the utility holding companies which still on. we one recalls any parallel for this attempt to change the fate of a major bill, gone into conference, by exposing the extraordinary tactics of the big “power trust” lobby which defeated Roosevelt in the House when it persuaded a big majority of members to vote against the so-called death sentence. Seldom has a rising pitch of excitement here seemed more dramatic. Will congressmen feel that they have been brow- eaten and bamboozled by a flood of telegrams—many of them signed with names taken from city directories or gathered by telegraph messenger boys and other canvassers? ‘Will they feel revulsion against high-pressure tactics of lobbyists who flooded the capital, bringing personal friends from their districts to exert their influence and claim to represent widespread sentiment? And will the net effect be a repudiation of an erst- while “master’s voice” which will turn Roosevelt's smashing defeat into pein ‘ MORE SENSATIONS COMING Sensations continue while pro-administration con- ferees hold off action until the evidence is heard and has time to sink in. Privately, “power trust” foes are predicting that the conferees—perhaps after another vote by the house—will eventually produce a bill satis- factory to an administration which insists on reducing holding companies to regulatable size. If half the underground reports you hear are cor- rect, you haven’t heard anything yet. The billions of dollars behind the holding companies could command the highest priced talent itches * | NOTABLE NAMES POP UP Was J. Bruce Kremer, former Democratic national committeeman from Montana, lobbying for Public Se?- vice of New Jersey? Was Arthur Mullen, former Dem- ocratic national committeeman from Nebraska, work- ing for Associated Gas and Electric? Where was Robert Jackson, that other prince of lobbyists who, with Kremer and Mullen, did so much to put Roosevelt over in 1932? 5 ‘ How much did Joe Tumulty, former wartime sec- retary to Wilson, figure in the lobbying? Who was ex-Senator George H. Moses of New Hampshire work- ing for? ...And.how.about such ex-congressmen as Beedy of Maine and McKeown of ose * 8 MAIN STREET IN LIME LIGHT .Main street came before the senate investigating committee—Main Street in Warren, Pa., with its West- ern Union office, its barber shop, its Kiwanis Club and its Savoy cafe. Tragedy, high comedy, and human aes SenongnTih T congriasiban DiHiet had It was plain at been bombarded with anti-bill telegrams signed with; As they look toward 1936, the ad- names taken from the city directory and gathered by | ministration’s political planners are young messenger boys who asked people if they “wanted |less downhearted about the legal to send a telegram.” Plight of AAA than might be sup- I arpa consi eee ebaton oh sed rl Laem sociated Gas and Elect company, according is te different. trom evidence. And the eyes of the national capi Shiels recep turned on that little cellar under the Warren telegraph office where the originals were said to have been burned. But who ible in| Grocer The Sys coed the telegraph operator, ordinary young fellows w! seemed to suspect each other, had been ‘suspended from their jobs. As if that weren't enough, here they were with several other Warren folk—not forgetting messen- ger boys—flash-bulbs exploding around them, before &@ committee of high-powered senators. No wonder some of them tended to get a bit mixed up by the questions. LITICS NATION'S CAPITOL 1 By BYRON PRICE (Chief of Bureau, the Associated Press, Washington) a 9 ELMER PROVIDES COMEDY ’ One recalls John 8. Bayer, portly middle-aged undertaker, furniture man, and Kiwanian, whose name had been signed to a wire he knew nothing about. Monty McClure, president of Kiwanis, had come to him saying that “Fisher was on the spot about those phoney telegrams” and couldn’t he fix it up with coll? But Bayer, though he insisted to the committee AAA, that Fisher (the manager) as a Kiwanian had always stood in high repute, replied: “Two wrongs don’t make ®@ Tight” and refused. And no investigation audience ever laughed harder than when blushing Elmer Danielson, the messenger boy, who said he was “just about 19;” described how he had “explained” the Wheeler-Rayburn bill to his mother, boy friend, and neighbors, became all mixed up on whether the bill gave the utilities to the “big men” or took it away from them, was converted to favor the bill by @ local merchant named Epstein, and finally, after several hectic days, reached the comfort- able position where he could announce to the com: mittee: “T’m neutral now!” With Other not the Democrats, to make political cap- Of course no one contends that all farmers are for AAA, or that the tarm voters would rise up as one man to have hundreds of thousands of friends in the farm belt, however, ts undenied. The re-. sults of the referenda on various Reprinted to a shew what phases of the agricultural program i wee ae Re evidence an important numerical sup- DITORS | #3 thie sppert tao \ peg them, the To Push or Not to Push (New York Times) politicians, accustomed as they are industry, to the methods by which these things ‘Tribune, are accomplished. Hoover ‘AAA officials attribute all of this to not to nated. oad mre pulses of the wou! ve arising out government’e applecart. Spending. program. f Go far as practical results are 58: “He pushed He pushed in He pushed it all over the lot. He pushed it all over the atreet. He pushed one wheel on the curb and the other wheel in the gutter. He did fancy push- | undoubtedly ing and the apples began to spill. They rolled in |with as a political force hence- waste, they rolled down manholes, they rolled down | forth. the gutter. apples zee ‘Something’ Has Happened In other ‘ds—speaking still from ite viewpoint of eeaeeoal politics— was worth New occasions teach new duties, says our Tulsa phil- osopher, with Lowell. But “do new occasions and new duties destroy the fund- amental philosophy of the Golden Rule? destroy the moral philosophy of the Sermon Mount? Do they destroy Plato's conception of racy? Or Washipgton’s or Jefferson’s or Lincoln's Hoover knows that they do not. And this is rharee Sitish. thing that Franklin D. Roosevelt, does not lgO1-FYrst fron raile Not often will the student of dialectics fin: leted argument to chew, but we must hurry to | Toad comp! in osopher’s conclusion, Against the spiller of Kansas, balancer of maker of work for workers, reducer of taxes, raiser of real estate values. “Shall we have an Augustus to lead us to @ Roman fall? Or shall we find a Wi Better that than | leader to lift us into economic security, social sanity and constitutional common sense?” Augustus is a hard lad to beat, but Alfred the Great is a pleasing bet “un- Jess in the year,” as our Oklahoma guide end friend \puts it, “something more alluring sooms along. Ex-President Calles of Mexico has just been for the third time. It will not surprise anyone without thet he was known as the “strong man of Politics.” | whatever the supreme court may do|petuation. to AAA, something will remain. Out in the country something has happened. This something need not depend on an: statute books for its political per- written on the The Nazi Department of Church Affairs | Dr. Brady will answer ease or diagnosis, Write le Brady in care of The Tribun This is the Professor's story: During the Christmas holidays. Immediately my arm fell as if bag never heard the name bursitis. “Just the wrong thing,” he blurted three weeks you will take yot thing heavy for a If AAA goes out, then it can turn to new channels of political activity. The “something” which has de- veloped is an organized dependence on Washington, and an organized Your Personal Health By William Brady, M. D. uestions pertainin, ter to health but not dis- ‘3 briefly and in ink, Address Dr. All queries must be accompanied by &® stamped, self-addressed envelope. THE PROFESSOR’S GLASS ARM I was in Munich, Germany, for eight months during the years 1930-31, One day while walking in the “English Garden” I spied a young couple fondly petting. There remained in me, although I am past middle age, a mischievous desire to startle the lovers, I gathered up a snowball, which T tossed, as I have done during my young days, at them . . . nounced it. “Glass arm,” I said. He had never heard this name, and I had “What are you doing for it?” he asked. I told him I was using heat. out. “Now follow my treatment and in rest; In two weeks my arm was out of No heat, rest will cure. Heat cat the sac. I am no doctor, just {Em nb Goctor, just’ 8 ptofestoe right in his treatment? the the uses of well but weak. German in University. He is ing specialists in Germany and has written many books on nerves. The treatment was all right, but the rationale is incorrect. The bursa does not supply oil to the joint. It is merely a pad which serves to prevent friction as the muscle tendon slides to and fro. Rest is the best treatment in the acute stage, and heat is both gtateful and beneficial. Better than ordinary heat is deep heat—diathermy daily for two weeks. Injury or rup- ture of the bursa or the tendon is commonly called “glass arm.” Bursitis, in this country, more frequently refers to infection and inflammation in or about the bursa, and this is more obstinate in character and calls for sur- gical treatment in many cases. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS No Trifling Matter e pee advise what to give for a laxative to a 4 weeks old baby. (Mrs, " Answer—If you take my advice you'll never give the baby » laxative. All the baby needs is more food. . This sac holds oil that lubricates your shoulder. continue “pouring out of one of the lead- eee confidence that Washington will an-/prayer for his rightful place in the swer the farmer's call for help if the |ecopomic system, Pressure is strong enough. And that remains equally true and equally important no matter how you view the merits of the case—whether you are one of those who believe the “something” represents the too-long- deferred fulfiliment of the farmer's CHAPTER IIt J° and Tubby and Bret did full Justice to the food. When, at 7 last, Bret leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh and produced & package of cigarets there was lit- tle left on the table but the paper containers and the modest table- ware Joe had found in the kitch- eonet, “Tubby,” Jo said, “I don’t know what I'll do without you this sum- mer. I simply couldn't have dragged myself outside for dinner.” “I don’t want to take all the tredit,” Tubby told her, “It was partly Bret’s idea.” Bret looked at Jo through the tray haze of cigaret smoke. “And tow I think Tubby and I ought‘to be skipping back to the campus. You'll need a full night's rest in preparation for tomorrow.” ‘ And truly enough Jo found her- telf quite ready to sleep again when Tubby and Bret had gone. She was so weary that she had only ber bag brought up from the luggage room, and in the space of & very few minutes she had donned blue pajamas, left a call at the desk for seven o'clock, and climbed between the sheets. When she was awakened the usually dingy room was bright with early morning June sunshine, and as Jo rummaged in her bag for her toilet kit she astonished her wolf by breaking into a song. Really, it wasn’t so bad to be on your own, to be facing the world with only your two hands and your brain. Especially when the morn- ing was as bright as this one! On the table was the newspaper Bret had left, folded at the adver- tisement he'd advised her to follow up. When she had dressed, Jo tore out the little rectangle of printing and shoved it into the pocket of her suit, She still felt certain, somehow, that she was going to be successful in getting this job. She had a “bunch” about it—and Jo's hunches weren't too often wrong. eee St stopped for breakfast at s little coffee shop in the same block as the Fendale, and when she had finished she inquired about the address of her prospective job. “Oh, that’s right near here,” the cashier said. “Just turn to tho right at the next block down, and then walk about four blocks.” Jo thanked her, glad indeed that the distance didn’t call for carfare. ‘The advance rent at the Fendale had left her very little money, and Jo was determined that she would again to her parents for “And if I get this place,” she thought, “I can walk to work. ‘That would be fortunate —and healthy.” When she reached the proper block it took her some little time to locate the address, but at last she found it, and her heart sank. It was not a very prepossessing establishment. What she saw was hardly anything more than @ small store room with rather a narrow door, and over the front was a weathered sign which read “Brown’s Marine Supply Com- pany.” In the tiny show windows there were a few coils of rope, some brass boat-bardware quite un- or whether you are one who thinks the “something” is the mark of a vicious, habit-forming Paternalism, thoroughly unsound and un-American. The point ‘is that the “something” is there, and under all the rules of Politics the Democrats may be exe pected to capitalize it. BOGEN HERE TODAY JO DARIEN, preparing to re- turm heme after ber frst year in college, receives a letter telling her that her father ts out of work. Je decides to hunt for a feb. Next day she moves to a eheap furnisheé apartment. Her former reommate, TUBBY DAVIS, and BRET PAUL, te whem Jeo is emgaged, come to see her. Bret shows Je an advertisement for a girl to work part time in a marine supply house. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. rather gruff voice startled her. “Well, you're early, anyhow.” Sho turned to see a short, middle- aged man peering at her near sightedly. He fished in his hip pocket for a ring of keys, selected one and proceeded to open the door. “Did you come in answer to the ad in the paper?” “Yes,” Jo said. “I'm Jo Darien, and—well, I'd like to work for you.” He looked at her quizzically. “Oh, you would, would you?” At this question Jo became not at all sure that she would. But she remembered Bret’s words; “Of course, it’s only half-time—but it'll help you keep your chin up, and it will give you the afternoons to look for something else.” “I'm Brown,” the men said. ree and proprietor. Come on 0 followed him through the store, and into a tiny back com- partment which could herdly be called an office. 4 “You look pretty young,” Brown said, eyeing her again in the glare of a fly-specked globe he had turned on. “Had any experience keeping books?” a “A little, When I was in high ‘school I used to help my father with the accounts in his store sometimes.” Brown nodded. “Well, my sys- tem ain’t complicated at all. You know this is only a half-time job, don’t you?” | “Yes, Ido. But I’m hoping that business will be so good this sum- mer that you'll need me all the time.” Facing this remark, and Jo's friendly smile the gruff Mr. Brown thawed a little at last. He looked | at her sharply for e moment, snd then began to chuckle. “Well, maybe you'll be all right. Can you “I certainly can. That is if— what do you pay, Mr. Brown?” locks. | start this morning?” He dropped his businesslike tone ond = smiled engagingly, “You're new here, aren't you” You come to work at 8:30 tm theping won't be half as hard as piece morning. No sense getting here as/ing out my writing!” He chuckled. early as you did today. And you work until 12. The girl I had last summer I paid $8 a week.” Jo’s heart sank to the very bot: “I'd like to take it, Mr. Brown,” she told him. one else, and rent and buy said Jo. “If you have to have at all you ought to be pay for it.” She waited for the storm abuse she felt sure would come 2 sé aT said, you $10, if that’s satisfactory, be cause I'm expecting things to be better this summer. work, we'll make it $12.” “Very well,” said Jo, removing her jaunty beret. “I'l take it.” “Good!” Mr. Brown reached into his battered desk and brought out a sheaf of papers. “These here are charge slips for the past month or so, I haven't had a chance to enter them. They go into this account book here, and then of course we send out monthly statements.” He produced another huge ledger book, blew a coating of dust from ft. “You see, I represent a lot of manufacturers of boat engines and equipment and the like. Do you know, anything about boats?” Jo's heart sank again. “N-no.” “Well, that's all right You'll \pick up. the terms after « while Learning the difference: between & \ eee (O found it hard going that first li E | : i 3 fe H e i B i | iB H i a