The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, November 23, 1936, Page 6

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, MONDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1936 Be ee ea The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspa, THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Estab! lished 1873) State, City and County Official Newspaper Published daily except Sunday by The Bismrack Tribune Company, Bis- marck, N. D., and entered at the post matter. Mrs. Stella 1. Mann President Archie O. Johnson and Gen'l, Manager office at Bismarck as second class mail and Publisher Kenneth W Simons Sec'y-Treas. and Editor Subscription Rates Daily by carrier per year Payable, in Advance Qoece een o eee. [Be Scenes| | Washington | Toward Long-Time Unemployment and Relief Program ... Hopkins Would Keep Children in School! Until 18 ... Millions Are Likely to! Remain Jobless. By ROD! DUTCHER Daily by mail per year (in Bismarck) ...... Daily by mail per year (in state outside of Bismarck) . Datly by mail outside of North Dakota . Weekly by mail in state, per year ‘Weekly by mail outside of North Weekly by mail in Canada, per Dakota, pe r yea year ..... 5 Member of Audit Bureau of Cireulation Member of the Associated Press The Associated Press ts exclusively entitled to the use for republica- tion of the news dispatches credited to it or mot otherwise credited in this Rewepaper and also the local news of spontaneous origin published herein. hts of republication of all other matter, herein are also reserved. Dim-Wi If anyone needed proof tha often are touched in the head, tted Plot t men who get into penitentiaries | the weird plot to blackmail four opera stars, recently uncovered at the state prison here, offers plenty of evidence. The idea was to obtain money by frightening the women, The intended victims were to specified sum, the pictures wou Had they been confronted fis no telling what the mental have been. They might have b they would have paid ting themselves to the clutches as the eas be told that, unless they paid a ald be made public. by such a proposition there reactions of the women would een so shocked and terrified that st way out, thereby commit- of the extortionists. But if they had confided their problem to anyone who could View the matter dispassionately, furned the thing over to the po Had the originators of thi crazy,” they would have envisi they would have merely lice. is plot been anything but “stir ned this as the inevitable end. As to their being able to actually do the women harm by obtaining publication of the s purious pictures, that is incon- ceivable. No responsible person in his right mind would have had anything to do with the m nals wouldn’t have touched such filth with a 10-foot pole. caught dead participating in such an Nnewspaperman would be “expose” as these crooks had Even the yellowest jour- No atte planned to threaten. The rea- fons are too obvious to merit elaboration. It is well that the alert authorities at the prison caught the dastardly thing when they did. Meanwhile the moral contained in the whole affair is that what seems like a slick crimir nal plan (to the planner) often goes astray and that constant contact with prison life from the _ inside does things to the mentality of the prisoner. * * This case also re-emphasi ‘paper has mentioned before. * * * zes a matter which this news- This is the failure of pardon authorities to keep behind the bars men who are habitual crim- {nals and for whom there is no hope of reformation. Attention is called to the ‘the two prisoners involved. S has been in trouble constantly s: sentences imposed, only a few case of Frank S. Fowler, one of jomewhere past 40 years old, he ince 1916. He has had 17 prison of which were served in full, The states and federal governments have spent thousands of dollars in apprehending and ous crimes of which he has been found guilty. telling how many crimes he has convicting him after the numer- There is no committed which were not made the basis of criminal prosecutions. It is evident that, years ago, he passed the stage where xeformation was possible. He the law. Anyone who can com now has a mania for breaking mit two crimes while within the confines of the state prison, as he scems to have done during the last year, is a confirmed addict. There is no rancor, only common sense, in the observation | that he should be tucked away behind the bars and—so far as he is concerned—the key should be thrown away. Tragi: ic Note One of the most tragic stories to come out of the world of| fndustry recently is the disclosure that many workers are afraid to fill out their Social Security Act blanks for fear their em- In many and many a case, the worker's age is his most | figures” Will leave Nbelween 16 500010 In many other cases, workers of 48! fealously guarded secret. ployers will find out that they are older than they were sup- posed to be and will fire them. _ have given their bosses to understand that they are 40 or 41. | For a great many companies h cut men who pass 45. ave a definite policy of weeding | So a great number of workers fear that they will lose their fiobs if they fill out the security act blanks and give their right eges. As it happens, those blanks may be mailed direct to Wash- ‘ington, where only federal officials may see them. But what a commentary on industrial practices that fear fs! one which heads men for the the mid-forties ? Can we have a more cruel or anti-social custom than the scrap-heap as soon as they pass Future War Less than a year ago news paper front pages were crammed with pictures, maps, and details of the war between Italians and Ethiopians. To a certain degree, that war is still going on. One quarter a rich section—of Ethiopia remains unconquered, and 50,000 natives are stoutly resisting th e Italian columns. Nevertheless, you are lucky if you can find a small item about the Ethiopian situation in the back pages of your newspaper. Now newspaper front pages are crammed with pictures, " naps, and details of the civil w: ar in Spain. Let’s hope that a year from now a greater conflict will not ‘have usurped the front pages. If it’s hard to believe that may happen, remember that, a year ago, there was no outward sign of a coming Spanish war. It seems strange that the Madri id bulls have not run amuck, since we fave always understood they went haywire at the sight of red flags. % Just after a Massachusetts girl >.B tree. It’s a warning to girls not to + pests an even better idea; in jail, has A Czechoslovakian, the est bet ng te wigs of an ange refused her escort a kiss, their car hit choose a quick-tempered swain. oe Rusia’s idea of dropping its soldiers from midair with parachutes, 5 dropping dictators without them. invented a parachute. It is probably (tn olaninunl aural How about one with » non-skid) Best (Tribune Was! ington Correspondent) Washington Nov. 23.—Out of Presi- dent Roosevelt's thoughtful delibera- tions during his “vacation” on the high seas may come the first plan | for a permanent program which will treat unemployment and relief as a long-time problem, His most intimate advisers have urged such a plan upon him and be- | lieve it is in the cards now that the | worst of the depression is passed and the president faces four more years in office. Intimations dropped by Roosevelt indicate he is thinking in that direction. Officials have told Roosevelt they | will need around $750,000,000 to carry the federal works program through the fiscal year ending June 30, 1937. WPA chiefs privately ex- pect to run out of funds by February which means congress may act soon after it convenes in January. For the next fiscal year, estimates !run up to $2,500,000,000, but Roose- velt's budget estimates are likely to be well below that. It should be realized that although the congressional relief appropriation for 1936-37 was only $1,425,000,000, the full works program for this fiscal year will cost more than $3,000,000,000 when you count use of unexpended bal- ances and anticipated deficiency ap- propriations, Men close to the president point out that if he can cut that by a bil- lion he will have made a real showing. * * * Relief Problem Permanent Convinced that the unemployment and relief problems are constant, how- ever, high New Dealers are even more concerned with formulating an inte- grated program which will eliminate as much unemployment in as many ways as possible and at the same time get federal relief activity on a perma- nent, co-ordinated, and efficient basi The present Social Security A subject to certain changes, is con sidered a cornerstone. If Roosevelt accepts recommenda- tions of WPA Administrator Harry Hopkins, he will push for legislation to shorten working hours in industry, for an unemployment census, for rigid child labor laws, for minimum wages, for a lower minimum age limit on old age pensions and insurance, and for a permanent WPA to tide over workers who can’t find jobs at periods when they're not covered by unem- ployment insurance. Hopkins is understood to believe that boys and girls should be kept in school until they are 18 years old. He has said that there are 3,000,000 persons over 65 years of age in in- dustry. An 18-year-old law would take somewhere between two and three millions out of industry. * * Burden Still Heavy Although the relief burden has been decreasing and Hopkins esti- mates there will be a million fewer cases on WPA and local relief this winter the problems of unemployment and relief remain huge. Half the unemployed have never received aid. It is from that half that the increased ranks of labor in industry, the WPA, and the local re- lief rolls receive most of their re- cruits, which is one reason why bus- iness and employment can pick up; without corresponding decreases on relief and works rolls. It is estimated that at one period there were about 16,000,000 unem- ployed and a peak of 6,500,000 cases receiving aid. Estimating today’s un- employed at between eight and eleven million and today’s aid cases at about four million, the difference is still between four and seven million, Hopkins says unemployment has decreased 40 per cent from peak and | the relief load has dropped 28 per cent from peak. He points out that industrial production is now about 10 per cent below 1929 and accepts the possibility that it will reach the 1929 peak some time in 1937. i * oe Ox Millions to Stay Jobless Even the return to 1929 production and 7,500,000 unemployed. How many of those persons could be pro- perly classified as unemployables, no one knows. But it seems certain that the re- turn to 1929 production figures will still leave 3,500,000 heads of families and single persons on the federal works and local relief rolls—which means, according to authoritative esti- mates, between 12,000,000 and 14,- 000,000 destitute men, women, and children in need of public aid. Those cases, plus an approximately equal number of unemployed not re- ceiving aid, are the big reason for current planning toward a long-time program, (Copyright, 1936, NEA Service, Inc.) (ee | SO THEY SAY | oO Adolf Hitler ts as near a saint as any man, can be. He does not smoke, swear, or drink, and has no vices at all—altogher a very tiresome sort of man, — Lord William Scott, British peer. * * * Any woman who would tell her age would tell anything.— Paulette God- dard, movie actress, who is reported wed to Charlie Caplin. *x* * * My heart is no good as a sideshow attraction, because it can’t be seen. Sometimes it gets discouraging. Me, with a guaranteed heart on the wrong side, spieling for phony wild men.— Kenneth Rowley, circus barker, whose keart is on his right side. eh College football has been both democraticzed and highly profession- alized... . Nevertheless, everyone ex- cept the presidents and faculties of the various institutions appears to be aware of the fact that outstanding athletes are frequently paid to play.— Dean Arthur B. Adams, University of ful party sitting on my Saree serene When Roosevelt Expected to Bend Energies | ; Was turning three years then, Copyright by Mabel Osgood Wright (Continued from Page One) that Emery is always so busy at the end of the year, and I don’t suppose that this is any different from all those other years since he has come home for the holidays. “Let me see, how long is it?” said Mrs. Vance, ‘This is 1913. Tommy) and Bess so young a baby that Emery thought it unwise for Eleanor to travel with her, so he came alone. Tommy was eight his last birthda: yes, Emery has not been at home longer than a few hours between trains since 1908.” As if she felt that the tinge of reproach in her voice was} too marked, she added quickly, “But| you know Eleanor has stopped over| twice with the children on her way) to Bar Harbor, and Emery has over= | whelmed us with gifts each year.” | “Overwhelmed us, yes, that is just it; sent us money when we wanted) our son,” Ira replied, “It isn’t that I'm ungrateful in} spirit. We could do little to ad-} vance our son above giving him his education; he chose his path and has worked out his own success, But this year, this Christmas of all others, I need him so much! It seems that of late years I’ve always been receiving, and had naught to give that he would prize—but this year above all others he must come!” Presently he looked up, and with a half shy smile, like that of a child to whom concealment is no longer possi- ble, gathered Elizabeth's hands into his own. “I've been keeping a secret even from you, mother, for the best part of six months—No, you would never guess. I've succeeded at last; I've invented something that people want, a thing that is needed!” “Oh, father, I'm so glad!” Elizabeth cried, Even as she spoke, the words felt heavy upon her lips, for in some form or phrase Elizabeth Vance had heard the same announcement many times during the fifteen years since her husband had dropped the old-time farming, together with work in his oak-silled rambling mill house that topped fhe stream above, and had been wiped from the list of small ountry manufacturers by one of the great industrial aggregations that for their own health prune away individ- ual effort. Emery, then twenty-five, was al- ready getting his start. He had ad- vised his father to gather together what money was left and invest it away from both land and mill. At The Stranger at the Gate By MABEL OSGOOD WRIGHT WNU Service [the same time Emery had thrown himself, mind, body, heart and soul into the financial game of chance, playing it to win in spite of all ob- stacles human or otherwise. It was !the “doing nothing” part of the |change that was the losing game to Ira Vance, even though Emery prom- ised himself to add every comfort to | his parents’ slender income to which the old folks could be reconciled. For a while Ira went about the| farm in a sort of nightmare, dab: bling at his former work, ideas crowd: ing his brain, but nothing focusing. Then when his best physical ability was taken from him by the crushing of his legs by the tree he was felling, his mind suddenly began to stir in ; Mew channels, and all his pent up force turned into the luring, disap- pointing current of invention, with its many shoals and whirlpools. Now, day after day, Ira Vance had | sat in his workshop in the rough mill | shed that had its foundations in the rocky bank that once held a water wheel. Many things he designed there at his old desk, things big and little, all conceived with no lack of ingenuity, yet somehow the thing he fashioned had either been done be- fore, or else, more pitiful still, it was out of the drastic line of present use. “When Emery was here last, and spent that hour with me in the shop,” he said, “I showed him the little churn that worked by a door spring, and the gauge to tell when a clock is running down, He hardly looked at the models, ‘Curious and ingenious if you please,’ he said, ‘but merely toys of no use; no one needs them. Invent something that will save la- bor upon an article that people must have; a screw thread cutter for pipe work, for instance. When you make something that is needed it will be time enough for me to look and lis- ten, and, moreover; help you to a market.’ “From that time on I seemed fair- ly to dream his words—'something that people must have,’ until now thought has taken shape and that is one reason why Emery must come this Christmas! “I want Emery’s children to come here, Tommy and little Bess, so that I can play Santa Claus for two real youngsters just once more, and let the Christmas tree we two have garnished year by year for memory’s and each other's sake seem real again. “Oh, Lord! How long? How long must I wait for my own flesh and blood to return to me? If our girl babies had lived, how different it BIT OF HUMOR NOW AND THEN 1S RELISHED BY THE BEST OF MEN sy She was frightfully near-sighted and couldn't recognize things more than a yard away. Her lover didn't know of it yet and she was going to make sure he didn’t find out. Before he called this evening, she placed a pin in a tree about fifty feet from a bench where she was certain they would sit. Sure enough, they strolled for some | time in the garden and then he sug- | gested sitting on the bench. “Oh, look at the pin in that tree over there!” she exclaimed. “Don’t be foolish! You couldn't possibly see a pin in that tree over there. Why, it’s over fifty feet away.” “You come with me and I'll prove there’s a pin in that tree.” She grabbed him by the hand and they started for the tree, On the way, she stumbled over a cow. The Lady (kindly) —I hope you brush your teeth regularly, Bridget. jevery bout.” Bridget (indignantly)—Brush my teeth? Wot would I do that for? There ain't no hair on my teeth. “Is this a picture of your fiancee?” “Yes.” “She must be wealthy.” “Woman, you've got about as much sex appeal as a female microbe,” sneered the long-suffering husband. And his wife countered with, “Then that should make me a perfect mate for you.” “That big wrestler gets olled before “Scotch and rye?” “No, olive and cocoanut.” “You say she only partially re- turned your affection?” “Yes, she returned all the love let- ters, but kept the ring.” Irate Customer — Here; look what you did! Laundryman—I can’t see anything wrong with that lace. Irate Customer—Lace? a sheet. That was “It was the old, old story,” sighed the wife on a witness stand in divorce court, “a horse and a jackass never agree.” “Don't call me a horse!” roared the husband, as he shook off his attor- ney’s hand. Basebal HORIZONTAL 1Lou —, star [S| a) L Answer to Previous Puzzle .14 Single un- 1 Player | IN varied tone. bs) =) baseball VIE 16 Baseball 2 player. |) E infields, [N L A 6 Band leader's [Cir alzim OG mls |>| RIY 17 Auto. stick. 11 Tigid part f fa m|{z|m{o} 12 Cri led fabric. 13 To drudge. the ——s. 22 Writing tool, 24 Neither. 26 Secreted. 18 Cows* call. ELO 20 His team are |ARTON| S> = 15 Beer. GY] 27 Splutters. ZOl—] Us > zo] _fofo) H E R iP. (2) >/sim| pA RY | >| |> i-|P|OlO E) WOE) fl wR Z |— | >|} 16 To immerse. 17 Company. 19 Part of circle. 21 Within, 22 Baking tin. 23 Upon. 25 Sound of pleasure. 26 Valiant man, 28 Moderately cold. 80 Principal conduit. 32 Candle. 35 Chamber. 55 Water wheel, 37 Queer. 57To sin, 38 He is a Very 58He is famous — player, for making 40 Spigot. = BoSeGe Re) stwee a 10) Z| lo] 10} 41 Negative. 42 Converts into money. 44 Musical note. 45 Cupola. 46 Loud cry. 48 Sailboat. 50 Moist. 52To primp. 54 Aur T [) R IN. 5 T () Ww] SESS OERD & men os IF WESik) (GREGG E IN T R. E O|RIE] 28 Insane. NI Lit 29 Quantity. 31 Stir. 33 Monkey. 34 Prophet. WIo|MIE IN, 59 He played in might have been! Girls cling the closest.” There were tears in Elizabeth's eyes, and an unusual flush on her cheeks, as she listened. Did not Ira realize that every word he had spoken was seared into her heart long ago, but what she, still dreading and doubting, said was: “Even if the childiren came, father, is it certain that we can please them? They already have everything that there is to buy; they go to children’s parties every week; little Bess has a foreign governess, and Eleanor writes that the child speaks French as well as English, When Tommy penned his own letter to use last year, he tol? how that their Christmas tree was lighted with fifty colored electric lights, like twinkling stars, that could be turned onn and off with a touch. Do you think that they would care for one of our valley pines or cedars, trimmed with silvered cones and pop- corn strings and lit only with little blinking candles? Then, too, there is Eleanor; what have we to offer her here?* Ira glanced at Elizabeth and, set- tling his hands more firmly on his cane, spoke with a new decision: “You've always claimed to have more of the sense of intuition than I, but, mark my words, Elizabeth—once get the children here and they will set more store playing house in the attic or make-believing in the shop than by all their bought contrap- tions, “I tell you, mother, judging from what I read in the papers, though we don’t see it hereabout, Christ's Christmas has been jostled and crowded out somewhat in places, yet it can never die as long as there is a child alive. All we need here in the Glen is new work for the parents, then will come children and more children. As to daughter-in-law Eleanor, with all her friends she lacks an older woman to commune with. She needs, you, mother; she may not know it, but she does. There's some sort of hunger written in her face that I can’t fathom—except that I know it isn't good for a young, comely, warm-blooded woman such as she is to be so much alone husbandwise; we could not have lived in that way, Eliz- abeth. “I know that her father’s brother, who fostered her, once owned great estates, that she was born for a soft- cushioned life, and perhaps has it now, as that seems to be our son's present idea of love and a husband's duty. She has no living kith or kin under the sun. Do you realize, Eliza- beth, that she never knew her own father or mother, so she's always lacked the first sweet of love, and it surely must make a difference to her. I want to see your arm about her, if only that she may pass its comfort on to little Bess.” “Hepsy has come back with letters in her apron!” said Elizabeth slowly. “Nothing from Emery? Now, mother, sit you down and write again; put what I say in three separate covers; hint to Emery of my great secret, write Eleanor most urgently to come, and pen another in big letters to little Bess and Tom. Tell them what we used to do here in the Glen at Christ- mas when their father was a boy. Di- rect their letter and Eleanor’s to the home, but Emery’s, as usual, to the Office lest otherwise it be over-looked. Then for surety we will put on each letter one of those long, blue ten- cent stamps that hurry the postman. Emery will be sure to open his letter even in business hours when he sees that extra stamp with the bicycle boy humping himself along. “1 wonder if Emery’s son is like him at the same age.” Ira rested his head against the high chair back, as he looked long and eager- ly at the oil portrait hanging above the mantel shelf. A picture prim in drawing, yet fresh in color, of a boy of eight, with wide collar, round jacket and loose tie, thought in his eyes, but about the lips (man’s one self-made feature, it is said) a veil of uncertainty. ‘He was a hand- some boy, Elizabeth, and a happy boy; now that he is living out his dreams, is he a happy man, I’m wondering?”’ Meanwhile the first letter, unan- swered, had for three days lain on the desk of a city office amid others pushed aside as of slight importance, until Kitty Mack, sec- retary to Emery Vance, having fin- ished her morning’s hurry work, shuffled over the pile, set her shrewd eyes upon the envelope and remembering the postmark selected it with one other for the attention of her chief. CHAPTER I Gathering up the typed letters that were ready for Mr. Vance’s signature, Kitty Mack pushed open the door leading to his office. “Two letters, strictly personal, without instructions for reply were with this lot; better look them the girl said briefly, laying the envelopes before her chief. One, of heavy bond paper, large and the World — games. VERTICAL 1 To depart. 2 Resembling elves, 3 Pile. 4 To equip. 5 Within, 6 Before Christ, 7 Constellation, 8 Tissue. 9 Music drama. 10 Northeast. 36 Grain. 38 Brilliant display. 39 To harvest. 42 Deer. 3 More certain. 45 Destiny. 47 Fairy. 49 Lion. 50 Was victor. 51 Note in‘scai 53 Before, 55 Chaos. 56 Like. square, addressed in firm mascu- line writing, had the cut of an imposing building in the corner. The other was long and narrow, a blue edge outlining the stiff cream col- ored paper, while the writing was thin, carefully shaded and a bit tremulous, both paper and char- acters telling that to the sender letter-writing was an infrequent and serious event, Mr. Vance, picking up the let- ters with evident reluctance, weighed them in one hand while in an absent-minded way he pushed an electric button in the desk dial be- side him, releasing it quickly with a jerk and exclamation of pain. The sharp point of a holly leaf had pierced his thumb, and the blood drop that followed matched the color of the little cluster of berries on the sprig that had become wedged in the dial. Puzzled by the presence of any- thing so out of place on his desk, Vance glanced about him for a solu- tion, saw another leaf clinging to his coat sleeve and also the stain of ber- ries on the floor—then he remem- bered that an out-of-town man who had been waiting for him on his ar- rival had carried a bunch of holly- wreaths—a fact that would have passed unnoticed except for the fin- ger prick. When the door-boy, in precise uniform, answered the call, he was ordered to remove the offending sprigs of holly without delay. Meanwhile Kitty Mack, her trim tailor-clad figure outlined against the long window being as erect and Your Personal Health By William Brady, M. D. Dr. Brady will answer questions pertaining to health te not dis- ease oi diagnosi: Ww letters bri and in ink. Address Dr. Brady in of une. All queries must be accompanied by © stamped, celf-addre: envelope. ELECTRO-FEVER FOR ST. VITUS'S DANCE Chorea minor, Sydenham’s chlorea, St. Vitus's dance, is an infectious disease, not a “nervous” disease, nor does the occurrence of this distressing illness imply any “nervous weakness.” It is more accurately regarded as & complication of scarlet fever, tonsillitis or infectious arthritis (inflamma- tory rheumatism, rheumatic fever), for it most frequently follows these ill- nesses, all of which may be due to a streptococus invasion. The illness lasts from six to 10 weeks as a rule, but in some cases con- tinues much longer, or when the young patient is apparently recovering lights up again into a relapse. Quiet and rest and avoidance of excitement or any plaguing or irrita tion of the patient by others, with regular medical attention, should be the routine care. Medical attention is important, for in chorea there is always more or less risk of involvement of the heart lining or the heart valves, just as there is in acute infectious arthritis or “rheumatic fever.” Perhaps the most effective treatment for chorea is by induction of fever. The fever may be induced in various ways. Injections of typhoid-bacterin or “vaccine” have been used to induce fever, with considerable success. Or fever may be induced by administration of phenyl-ethyl-hydantoin (mirvanol). Generally the twitching movements and restlessness cease soon after the fever develops. Drawbacks about these two methods are that the degree and duration of fever thus induced are’ difficult to control, and the drug is no’ entirely safe. A new method for the induction of fever by means of high frequency currents is called electro-magnetic induction or electropyrexia. This is not diathermy nor radiothermy nor electric heating. A current oscillating at 15 million cycles per second passes through a cable placed above or below the patient, not in contact with the patient. This induces eddy curents in the patient’s body. The heat is generated by the resistance of the body tissues, muscles, blood to these induced eddy currents. There is never any surface heat or burn of the skin. The body temperature is raised to 103.5 F. and kept between that point and 105F for from two to eight hours, once, twice or three times a week, Then the patient may be rapidly cooled by blowing air over his nude body with electric fans. Feels great, the children declare. ane zee cooling is not essential, if the patient would as soon cool off naturally. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS How to Breathe I have found your Belly Breathing exercise of great value. Formerly I was a poor sleeper, lying awake sometimes for hours in the early part of the night. Often I drop off asleep before I have finished the half dozen belly inflations. ... (Mrs, R. W. L.) Answer—Few people know how to breathe. Most persons are handicaj ped with the chesty complex. Chest breathing is unnatural and unscientific. If you wish to learn to breathe naturally, send 10 cents and stamped en- velope bearing your address, for copy of booklet, “The Art of Easy Breath- ne It does improve the circulation, and it does help many to get to sleep nights. (Copyright, 1936, John F. Dille Co.) At Chautauqua, N. Y., a skunk walked on the stage while a man was singing. This sort of inci- Gent gives a polite audience a chance to hold its nose, her features as alert as a soldier on duty, stood waiting for her chief to speak, Spying a sprig of holly on the desk she seized it eagerly, and with a deft turn of her free hand stuck it in the ribbon that held her hair in check, over the opposite ear to that which brack- eted her pencil. At the same time her merry Irish-blue eyez, falling upon the calendar opposite, stopped at the figures 25 printed in red ink, and unconsciously she said aloud, with a sort of catch of exaltation in her voice, “A week from today will be Christmas!"* Mr. Vance looked up at her but without other comment than to mo- tion that the typed letters be put before him. Going through them carefully and signing each one with precision, he returned them still in silence, until as the girl was clos- ing the door of the inner office behind her he called —‘‘One mo- ment, Miss Mack, please see that the check list of the office and foundry employees reaches me by three o'clock today.”” “Mr. Topping, who has charge of compiling it, is out, Mr. Vance.’’ “Out at eleven o'clock in the morning? Doing a little Christmas shopping, you say? I cannot under- stand the utter demoralization that a single holiday brings into the seri- ous affairs of business, or why this day chanced to fall in the last week of the general fiscal year!” Vance snapped. The last part of Mr. Vance’s re- marks, however, were heard by himself alone, for Kitty Mack, with a dimpling smile that fluttered from the corners of her mouth until it reached all the other office workers, “A Week From Today Will Be Christmas!” had closed the door softly and was taking a peep at herself, one eye at a time, in the little round mirror that lived in company with her purse in the crocheted bag dangling from her chair back. She next took from her bag the small picture of a man turning thirty, whose square chin and rather hawk-like nose were quali- fied by a generous mouth and a humorous twinkle at the eye corner. The one hand that was shown in the photograph fumbling awkw: pa with a thick watch chain wi the smooth pen hand of a city clerk but told of strength, machinery, and not a little contact with oil. In short, the picture was the double of a man named James Hughes. After surveying herself, holly ber- ries and all, with critical delibera- tion, Kitty stole a satisfying glance at Jim. On December 25 he would be in town. Then over at her sis- ter’s flat'in Brooklyn they would settle the final plans — in which a scrap of a house on an alil-paid-for bit’of land was the central feature. Her Christmas bonus this year would complete’ the furnishings. For a few moments after his secretary had left, Emery Vance sat staring at the desk before him, his fingers drumming on the arms of his revolving chair, his foot tap- ping the floor. This in itself was unusual, for he had no patience with any of the little. physical re- actions by which the human body safeguards its nerve machinery. He professed neither to understand nerve excitement nor its opposite, prostration, in man or woman, yet the family doctor could attest that he was a network of vibrating wires drilled into the most dangerous of all diserders, nervous rigidity. Will, and what he callec strict attention to duty, were the forces that dominated him, and by which he dominated others. The partner- ship was successful in a way, else at forty odd he had not achieved what he had, with the beginning of a plain country boy. Emery Vance had worked him- self in and upward, by first gaining the technical knowledge of his par- ticular craft, and then by keeping that knowledge so within the hollow of his own hand that no one in the great concern could rival him, be- cause no one else knew aught but generalities, or was allowed to think beyond this limit. His wife, ten years his junior, the adopted daughter of his first employer, was a charming, culti- vated and originally a vivacious ‘woman who was now much sought, and he considered it a part of his sense of good business to have her appear well and fulfill the many social duties for which he had neither the time, training nor in- clination. As for the two children, Tom and Bess, was it not for them that he was working? For them and their future, to put it high on the hill of safety and power and glory. Was it not to lift them above the blessedly sane lot of the ordi- nary, whose thought is for tomor- row's bread, that he was delib- erately binding his body and un- consciously shriveling his soul? So far he had only succeeded in making himself realized as an ob- ject of awesome fealty to his eight- year-old son. Little Bess still clung and babbled about him when he chanced to come home before she ‘was put away in her sanitary white bed, in her correct cold storage nursery, and she, with blissful con- fidence, still searched hopefully in his pockets for small gifts dnd sweeties, with the unabashed greed of five years. This being the only way by ich her father had time to win her, so far is the ability for business achievement separated from reading the heart of child- hood, After sitting thus for a while, Mr. Vance arose. He felt o bit chilly. It was not the cold, but the sud- den check that the realization of the time of year, with the added stress that it implied, brought to the grave man, who now paced up and down the rich oriental rug be- fore the hearth. As he strode the long capable fingers of his left hand first parted, then pushed from his lips the dark mustache that he had worn since early manhood. Then the hand with a nervous jerk fell to stroke his chin, meditatively pererine the groove into a hard e. As he paced, his deep set gray eyes kept turning toward the pair of envelopes on his desk, letters which for some undefined reason he was delaying to read, as if the knowledge that they were “strictly personal” put them apart from his working mood. Presently he picked up the larger of the two envelopes, and slowly drew out and unfolded the square sheet, its four sides covered by close lined hand-writing, in itself a surprise since the general intru- sion of typing even into the intimate social letters of friends. Before the signature Philip Knox caught his eye, Vance knew from whom it came, although he had not seen the writing in four years. BT Rpts eR