The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, December 26, 1935, Page 4

& caammmmmmimmmamann ac... - | hing that can be The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper ‘ . THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) State, City and County Official Newspaper | Published by The Bismarck Tribune Company, Bismarck, N. D., and @ntered at the postoffice at Bismarck as second class mail matter. George D. Mann President and Publisher Archie O. Johnson Kenneth W. Simons Secretary and Treasurer @ditor Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Datly by carrier, per year ... <4 Daily by mail. per year (in Bismarck) . Daily by mail, per year tin state outside of Bismarck: Daily by mail outside of North Dakote . ‘Weekly by mai) in state. per year . Weekly by mai) outside of North Weekly by mail in Canada. per year . Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press f The Associated 1 ts exclusively entitied to the use for republica- tion of news dirpatches credited to tt or not otherwise credited in this Newspaper and also the local news of spontaneous orig blished herein All clghts o¢ repybiication of all other matter herein are also reserved. Searchlight on Idealism Like a voice from the forgotten past there came a plaintive peep the other day from a used-up gentleman named Abd-el- Krim, asking that he be freed from exile and allowed to go home. His appeal was addressed to the French government, and so far Paris has been in no great hurry to answer him. But whether it answers or not, the little incident is a handy search- light played on the false pretenses of big-power idealism. Who was Abd-el-Krim? Well, he was a sort of Moroccan version of Haile Selassie. Like Haile Selassie, he ruled a wild and uncultivated land which was coveted by a European power ~—in this instance, Spain. The Spanish did just what Mussolini was to do later: sent an army down to toss him out. Abd-el-Krim and his mountaineers were no set-up. They viled up their’ guns, whetted their knives, and invited the Span- jards to come and get it. The Spaniards came, left some thousands of pleasant young peasant boys for the vultures and jackals of north Africa to eat, and found presently that they had taken on more than they could manage. So the French came to the rescue—not unmindful of the fact that a part of Abd-el-Krim’s domain would look well under the tri-color. French and Spanish together finally whipped the ragged Moroccan patriots and Abd-el-Krim was shipped away to the lonely island of Reunion, to meditate on the things that happen to native rulers who get in the way of Progress, when Progress is equipped with machine guns, 75s and bombing planes, Today we find the French beating their breasts about the League of Nations. The League, spurred on by some perfectly sincere statesmen from smaller nations and backed by a power- ful but inarticulate world opinion, is trying to keep Italy from putting over a steal. And the French are helping. But off in the background there is Abd-el-Krim on his _rocky isle, put there by the French—which gives you a pretty good idea just how interested the French government is in protecting the rights of weak, semi-civilized nations. They are going through the motions, because they are afraid that if the League collapses they will some day find themselves at the mercy of Herr Hitler, but Abd-el-Krim can tell you what their attitude toward imperialism really is. West Point Under Fire A congressman recently was brought to trial and convicted of having offered an appointment to West Point in return for payment of $1,000. The offer was said to have been made to a star athlete; and one interesting part of the case lies in a state- ment by the defense attorney. This lawyer asserted that the appointment was made avail- able to please a number of high army officers who were inter- ested’in seeing a football star sent to the military academy. “The idea,” he said, “was that he was a football man going to the military academy to help out the football team.” This, it seems to us, is almost as grave a matter as the con- gressman’s shakedown. The country maintains the academy to provide its army with leaders, and it wants the best leaders it can get. Sending young men to West Point “to help out the football team” is a direct and flagrant perversion of the whole reason tor the academy's existence. Misplaced Courtship The Massachusetts courts have held that a motorist who zips along the highway at 35 miles an hour, while embracing a fair young thing who shares the front seat with him, is “grossly negligent” in operating his car. A young gentleman who had been doing just that was involved in an accident. The lady whom he was hugging suf- fered a dislocated jaw, loosened teeth, and sundry cuts and sprains when he let his car get out of control and hit a tree. t _ She sued for damages and got them on the charge of gross negligence, About all you can say about this ruling is that it states the case mildly. Hugging a girl can be a very enjoyable pastime, but the driver’s seat of a moving auto is not the place to indulge in it. The driver who combines hugging and driving is not merely grossly negligent; he is an eternal fool and a public menace as well. Drive for Greater Safety On Jan. 1 the National Safety Council will inaugurate a nation-wide campaign to reduce auto traffic fatalities by at least 85 per cent. The campaign is to be carried on with the aid of public officials, civic organizations, and police traffic departments, and its sponsors hope that at least 38,000 lives can be saved. The drive will take two forms. It will call for co-ordination and standardization of sensible methods of traffic control, and for education of motorigts to a new sense of their responsibility. Uniform legislation, including such things as drivers’ Meense laws, will’ be prepared for submission to legislatures in tates which now lack such laws. All in all, the campaign ought to be productive of great , Our traffic toll would disgrace a nation of morons. Any- done to lessen it is well worth doing. we understend gong. The Peon the bevling of cow ite eo. ‘ Be os, : ‘ Behind a, Scenes By RODNEY DUTCHER (Tribune Washington Correspondent) Washington, Dec, 26.—Memories of great men participating in great events are not to be trusted. That's at least one lesson emerg- Jing from recent discussion and de- bate as to how we got into that World ‘War and whether the chief reason was to save democracy or the bankers or to serve the British or the munitions makers. |) _ Certainly one of the most important documents of the war bearing on that point was a letter from Secretary ]}of State Robert Lansing to President Woodrow Wilson, urging reversal of the previous neutrality policy stated by Secretary Bryan which barred flo- tation of war loans for the allies or Germany in this country. Lansing said he and Secretary of the Treasury McAdoo agreed that if Americans didn’t lend money to “bel- ligerents,” European nations (which Meant only the Allies) couldn't buy our goods, which would mean depres- sion over here. That was September 1915. * * * Loans Open Way to War Bryan had put the administration on record formally as holding such loans to be “inconsistent with the true spirit of neutrality.” Lansing pointed out that this had become “a source of embarrassment” and said he was seeking some way of “harmonizing” it with the flotation of general loans. ” Wilson acquiesced. The great British and French war loans were floated— mostly by Morgan & Co. Neutrality evaporated. Former Premier Andre Tardieu of France commented that “from that time on, whether desired or not, victory for the Allies became essential to the United States.” By March, 1917, Ambassador Page at London was cabling that govern- ment loans must back up the private loans to avert panic, that if we de- clared war on Germany the best thing we could do for the Allies would be to open up the treasury to them. And along came the war. xe e Letter Finally Dug Up But nowhere in the memoirs or biographies of wartime statesmen do you find that Lansing letter. Lansing's recent authorized biog- raphy omits it. McAdoo’s “Crowded Years,” hasn't got it. Colonel House's “Intimate Papers” fails to include tt. Ray Stannard Baker's most recent volume of Wilson’s papers only men- tions it in a chapter added as a re- sult of senate munitions committee disclosures. ‘The letter presumably would have been buried for the ages if the com- mittee investigators hadn't dug: it out of State Department files and if Senator Homer Bone of Washington hadn't insisted on reading it to the senate—to the state department's great disgust. xe * Some Light on Light Bills Although the general public was un- aware of it, a highly conservative en- gineering society allowed itself to be Iscandalized recently when Director cation Administration spoke to it on “Power Distribution Costs.” No such controversial subject had ever been allowed on the agenda be- fore and many at the convention grew rather hot about it, especially since public utilities and their engi- neers have long insisted that distribu- tion costs of electricity were “too involved, complicated, and difficult” for ascertainment. Cooke implied this attitude had been maintained in order to preserve exorbitant rates by “hocus-pocus” ac- counting procedure. Outlining methods of distribution cost findings, he told how in New York state he and others of the New York Power Authority had found that distribution costs didn’t exceed 2% cents per kilowatt hour to homes fising 600 kilowatts annually—the na- tional average—and that it would be but 1.7 cents for a 1200-kilowatt aver- age and 0.7 for 4800. The inference, coupled with Cooke's insistence that it was “imperative for the industry to replace confusing data with orderly data,” was that since generation and transmission costs {would hardly total more than 1 cent per k. w. h. and allowing a 7 per jcent profit, consumers should pay around 31% cents instead of a present average of more than 5 cents. And that the more you electrify your home, the cheaper should be the juice. (Copyright, 19135, NEA Service, Inc.) BIT OF HUMOR NOW AND THEN IS RELISHED BY THE BEST OF MEN A Friend—I suppose you enjoy being mar- ried? Bride—Oh, yes. It's t fun. You know my husband is an ar- tist. Yesterday we had a guessing game. | He painted a picture j and I cooked something for dinner— and we both guessed what the things | were intended for. “Mary'd be pretty but for one thing. Where does she get that big nose?” “Into other people's business. heel, but simply because there's a trim ankle just above it, “How are you getting slong at home since your wife went away?” fla te alt ies bes Dace “A popular clubman?” “No, he’s a tailor.” | drying. \ the big guns at the office.” “How come?” {Morris L. Cooke of Rural Electrifi-| | Many a man looks down at the; “Fine. I've reached the highest point of efficiency. I can put on my socks from either end.” “Blinkins is the sort of man who A blotter is » thing you spend your time looking for while the ink is “Smith seems to think he's one of “He says he’s been fired six times.” cause I knew she loved me very} much.” | Dana had puzzled over the words “until the last.” It was not until she herself was almost grown that she had learned what her mother meant. It was this knowledge and the real- ization that she was now about to face the stern old lady that caused the blood to mount swiftly to Dana's face and her heart to beat widly. In that moment she wished unhapily that she had kept the ocean between her- self and this queer old house. There were hard, firm steps oute side. Her aunt rushed to the door. “Sarah!” began a harsh voice. “Sarah’s busy. Tuesday's wash day, you know Agatha,” Aunt Ellen saia apologetically. “I opened the door for —for Dana—” Her voice broke in ex- citement. Dana had risen. She walked cour- ageously toward the newcomer, none of her uncertainty and unhappiness; showing in her eyes. ! The old lady who had entered the; big, gloomy room had almost white’ hair, aquiline features and dark eyes that burned in a thin face. She) stared down at Dana fiercely, terribly. | “I’m very glad you've come,” she said, but made no move forward. “The child has come a long way and is very tired,” Aunt Ellen said in a gentle, troubled tone. “Yes, yes.” muttered the old lady.| “She must want to go to her room.” * Ok * Grandmother Cameron sank into} @ chair, heavily, her brooding eyes; fixed on a familiar pattern of the rug. She said, without lifting her eyes. “You are welcome here. We! hope you will be happy. You must! excuse me for not accompanying you; to your room, but I, too, am very! tired.” "FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: REG. U. 5. PAT. OFF. ; turned darker and now a light rain | was falling, adding to the dreary | appearance of the garden which 4 “It isn’t necessary.” Dana _ said through stiff lips. “If you'll only tell me where to go.” “Ellen, call Sarah.” Her sister flew to pull a long rope that was concealed behind the faded draperies between the hall and living room. She pulled it twice in her agi- tation. An old colored woman answered the summons, grumbling as she came; “Yes'm, I'm coming, Miss Ellen, Fas’ as ever my lalgs can ca’y me.” She stopped at the sight of Dana. “Fo de lawd,” she whispered, her face graying. “Fo’ de lawd!” “Sarah!” the harsh tones of Grand- mother Cameron recalled her. “This is Miss Dana. You have prepared her room?” “Oh, yes'm.” Knotted black hands released the apron corner they had been clutching. Sarah lifted Dana’s traveling bag and started up the stair. The gir) followed, conscious of pity- ing blue eyes and burning dark ones; watching her as she went up the wide, walnut stair. The old colored woman led the way down a long hall on the upper floor. The walk seemed endless. And then, suddenly, a door was flung wide. Sarah whispered: “Go on in, honey chile. You're the spit 'n image of yore young ma who slep’ in this room. It ain’t never been opened till today since the night she ran away with Marse Dana, lovin’ him so and misser- ble married to Marse John. I dunno what come over yore grandma, ‘lowin’ it to be open for you. Mebbe she's gettin’ soft in her old age.” “Thank you, Sarah,” Dana said, a lump in her throat. The door clos- ed, She could hear the old servant shuffling down the hall. ee ¥ ~ GHAPTER il ANA was fighting for self-con- trol as she crossed to a deep window and looked down at the scene below. The gray day bad stretched some distance away ud til it ram into an old brick wall That unkempt area, deep in tan- gled growth, had once been a love eds Big business and the money changers can nominate a candidate, but it takes the people themselves to elect him.—Charles W. Carroll, prom- inent Pennsylvanian Republican. ee * The political machine is a great contributing factor to crime. It levies tribute on employes, cuts their sal- aries, and starves them. Many of the judges have to “kow-tow” to the po- litical boss, too. — Courtney Ryley Cooper, author. * * * Mr. Hoover and the rest of Presi- dent Roosevelt's enemies are like the man who argued, on capital punish- ment. “If hanging was good enough me.” — Secretary of War George H. Dern, Your Personal Health By William Brady, M. D. health but not westions pertaining to health but not er jou aust be accompanied by a Dr. Brady will answer disease or diagnosis. Write Brady In care of The Tribune. stamped self-addressed envelope. HAVE YOU HAD YOUR HEAD OF LETTUCE TODAY? In the Trathcts of the regeneration regimen you will find you are to have one-third of a head of lettuce, representing, say, 16 calories, with a tablespoonful of oil dressing if you like, and that represents 90 calories, ‘Then again you will be delighted to find in the dinner menu another third of s head of lettuce, with another tablespoonful of oil or its equivalent as a dressing. Tore ao aBmeey for the two-thirds of head of lettuce. That's a moderate allowance. For most of us it would probably be much better if every individual ate a head of lettuce every day. ‘What this country needs is more salad and less pap. ‘What is salad without plenty of crisp lettuce in it? The reason for the lettuce in can aera regimen is the richness f the lettuce in mineral elements vitamins, - ratte provides what too much of our modern refined food lacks—min- erals and vitamins. What minerals and what vitamins? Who cares? However, if you must know, calcium, phosporus, iron, copper, manganese, Potassium, sodium, chlorine, sulphur, 1.2% protein, 2.0% fat, 2.9% carbohydrate, vitamins A, B, C, G, and now and then a caterpillar or a chinch bug. ‘Under the law of Moses the Paschal meal included lettuce with lamb and unleavened broad. The anctent Romans believed that lettuce in the evening meal promoted sleep and there 1s still » popular legend that lettuce has some 8} iable sedative or soporific effect. The ater green leaves contain most of the vitamins; the inner bleach- ed leaves are comparatively Led in Aeerpoteol Probably most of the iron in lettuce is contained in the outer green 5 Noted physicians in England and elsewhere have prescribed lettuce em- pirically for “nervous heart” and for other vague “nervous” conditions. To- day we know that heart muscle contains ten times more vitamin B than skeletal muscle, and dilation of the heart occurs long before the multiple neuritis of beriberi becomes evident. Beriberi is the nutritional disease due to extreme deficiency of vitamin B. Some physicians now believe that much of the heart weakness of patients in hospitals is due to partial vitamin de- ficlency. Lettuce is rich in vitamin B. pegs serving of lettuce furnishes perhaps 50 units of vitamin G, Calcium, of which lettuce is a good source, and vitamin G are among the chief factors which better an already normal condition of nutrition, extend- ing the prime of life in both directions. Vitamin G promotes the health of skin, hair, and nails, Eat more lettuce and keep young and beautiful. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS nantes, 1 took for relief (an subject to juent lor relief .......+s00+ acetanilide eno aa) ane now I find I have to take # 25 cent bottle of this eve oe ee GRO) caveva! @ good many victims become addicted to the coaltar derivates in such pain killers. Readers subject to headaches should have the monograph on Headache, obtainable by request if you inclose a stamped envelope bearing your address. Victims of the acetanilide habit need med- ical care. If they drift along with the, habit sooner or later they suffer physical or mental breakdown. Exercise for Transverse Arch I have had a lot of trouble with cramping of the forefoot, which I sup- pose is due to falling of the transverse arch. I find your suggestion of an oval pad of soft leather lengthwise under ball of foot is a great comfort. Are there any special exercise or other measures which would be of any help for this condition? (L. H. D.) Answer—Spread ® towel on smooth floor, and sit with bare feet on towel. Alternately grasp towel and wrinkle it with the toes as tho to pick it up with the foot. Or place pencils, marbles or small blocks of wood on floor and pick them up and put them down again with the grasp of one foot, then the other. Sterile Petrolatum When you speak of sterile petrolatum do you mean the ordinary kind or some special kind? Would carbolated petrolatum be all right? (J. A. W.) | Answer—Petrolatum is otherwise known as petroleum jelly. Sterile means germ-free. Petrolatum heated to boiling point or higher for at least five minutes on three successive days is sterile. If dispensed in collapsible tube, so sterilized, it remains practically sterile until the last drop is used. This or any other salve or unguent in jar or can or box is likely to be con- taminated each time the container is opened or some of the unguent is used, I think carbolic acid should never be used in any form in first aid or home treatment—it is dangerous, predisposes to gangrene, retards na- tural healing process, has no virtue not available in less dangerous reme- dies. (Copyright 1935, John F. Dille Co.) coming in Part from the United An individual may be generous, but for my father, its’ good enough for! nations have not the right to be. They must be selfish and so it is necessary to prove to them that it is in their interest to be pacifistic. — Count Carlo Sforza, former Italian foreign minister. x ee Today Italy is fighting in Ethiopia @ gasoline war. Its tanks, airplanes and trucks are driven by gasoline large States —Raymond L. Buell, president, Foreign Policy Association. * * ‘There has been a@ lot of talk about other respectable people.—Husband of Mrs. Ernestine Meeks, Birmingham, sentenced for liquor violation, ly garden. It was there Dana’s | mother had moved as a young and beautiful girl, loved and loving. It was there she had carried her bit: terness aud hurt as a desperately unhappy young wife after she had married “for security” to please her mother. And it was through the garden gate at the far end that she had ded two years later, leav- ing a tiny baby in this very room. whole story when she was 16. “I couldn't have you hear from anyone that your mother was not a good woman, Dana, dear,” he had said. “She was all that was pure | 5 | Little brother thinks a starry- | “eyed person is an astronomer. and lovely. We loved each other | so very much. We were young, and your mother was desperately unhappy. We felt there was noth- ing else to do, We were married as soon as John Wallace got the divorce, and a year later you came to bless our lives.” “What became of my sister?” Dana had questioned, then. eee HE had answered gently. “Your mother felt the baby would be a comfort to your grandmother, who had closed her home against us. And 80 your mother lived for 12 years—until she died, Dana— never hearing anything from your little sister at home.” Dana thought now: My grand. mother didn’t seem glad to see me. Maybe she ts cruel. Maybe this is her revenge, bringing me back to live with anbappy memories.” She shook herself out of the somber mood and looked around her. The room was beautiful. The rose draperies about the canopied bed were only slightly faded. The furaisbings were graceful Colonia) pieces of an exquisite-catiny weod. fer mother’s desk, inlaid Io a Dana's father had told her the |’ The door opened and a slender girl with enormous, unsmilis eyes ee “I came to offer the family felicitations. " ‘the said, The rug was thick and luxurious, of a beautiful medallion pattern. A few choice prints and dainty floral pictures were on the wall. Dana's eyes fell on a miniature on the dressing table and she went over, lifting it and staring down at it with misty eyes. This slender, radiant girl, dressed in the quaint style of another era, was her moth- er. “How lovely she was,” Dana; whispered. Compassion flowed through ber. How that stern old woman downstairs must have suf- fered when her beautiful daughter passed from her life forever. “But it was wrong to bring me hero,” Dana thought rebelliously, “if sho can't forgive me for being my father’s child and looking like my mother.” eee Taese was a knock at the door. “Come in,” Dana said, replac don. the minfatare on the dressing tal with enormous, uosmiling dark . curly bob, and she wore a dark blue linen frock, cut with uncom- promising severity. Dana thought. piece.” was Nancy, her half-sister. tations,” the dark-haired girl said slowly. standmoth: had let you in for a rather rough ‘time.” ing at each other. all,” Nancy said. “This actly = jolly house to live in. ‘The door opened. A slender girl |before, were suddenly remote. here said set, “She looks all of one piece,” “A mighty sober And then came realization. This “I came to offer the family felict- was “I gathered er “Well,” Dana laughed a little ‘The two sat stiffly in chairs, star. “Too bad you had to come isn't “There wasu't any other glace classical depign, was in one corner. ieyes came im. She bad 8 dark,|{or me,” Vans said “i bad given unhappily, mind that. an extra one couldn't make any difference. Besides, we live in the past—in the grandiose dreams of what used to be, Past glory should satisfy anybody with a drop of Cameron blood in their veins. We mustn't forget that noble Scotush Camerons spilled their blood all over foreign battlefields and our great-grandfather was a dauntless southern leader. “We mustn't forget,” Nancy con- tinued mockingly, “that until 25 years ago Camerons controlled the banks here in this southern city, dominated the county politics, had all the best pews in the churches, made the most money and gambled it away more recklessly than any other family in the whole country. side,” “But this isn’t 29 years ago, And { fntend to live in the present,” Dana said. smiled cynically. won't break under the fron hand of your grandmother, but I have an {dea you'll be a bit bent in the Process. Unless you run away, as * jyour mother did.” Dana said, her votce trembling; “How can you talk so lightly of my -|mother—your mother, too?” “Yes,” the other girl answered slowly. s {my father a promise that 1’d write my grandmother if anything ever happened to him. When he died three years ago, 1 was at St Ce cile’s, t did not know until after 1 was graduated that she had been pay- ing my tuition since then, and that she had sent money for me to come ( 1 wrote grandmother, but when | was through school.” “She probably put a second mort gage on something to do it,” Nancy bluntly. When Dana gushed added, “Oh, don't ‘Te so used to them, oo ILL sald, noble and brave Scot. We'll see.” Nancy “Maybe you “That's what 1 can’t for- what 1 can't forgive.” Dana said breathlessly, “What could you know of her problems?” “It’s easy for you, who had love, to understand.” Nancy's lips - curved im a ccornful smile. “Re member, Dana, I was the one who ir left behind.” Ei ber pee et oo 8 Cara the other on yy; “No hard feelin; between 7 us. After all, we're pretty much {p the same boat. Both fa shakily, “it was not exactly what | iess you'd call meeting me with a brass band. Won't you sit down?” (To Be Qoptiaued) oe ¢ 8 e = ie =