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6 (The Bismarck Tribune As independent Aovenpe per THE ole? OLDEST ee Nor ArEe Stave, City and County Official Newspaner Gaily except Sunday by The Biamrack Tritune Company. Bis- entered at the postoffice at Bismarck as secund class mai! A ignarck, N. D. and _ BABster. i Mrs, Stella 1. Mann President and Publisher Kenneth W Simons Sec'y-Treas and Editor Archie O. Johnson Vice Pres. and Gen’ Manager state. per year outside of North Dakota, per year Member of Audit Bureau of Cireulation Member of the Associated Press 9 (8 exclusively entitied to the use for republica edited to it oF not otherwise credited in this eous origin published herein herein are also reserved. spot ir matter What Is the Remedy? It is not an encouraging picture which Secretary Wallace draws of conditions in the plains country in his annual report / to President Roosevelt. i When he says that forcing a system of farming adapted to the humid regions on a semi-arid country has resulted in “bank- ruptcy, tax delinquency, absentee ownership and excessive tenancy” he puts into a few biting words what we all know to be substantially true. It doesn’t apply to all business in this region, but it does apply to most of agriculture and that is the base upon which all other business rests. Upon the situation which now exists there can be little cause for disagreement. Farming as an industry is bankrupt in this area and has been for several years. ‘As to the remedy, there is plenty of room for argument. Mr. Wallace takes a stand for stronger federal crop con- trol and a certain amount of this is justified. One wonders, however, if there should not be a colateral approach with a view to’raising the living standards both in the city and on the farm. As long as a substantial part of our population has to go hungry, or even skimp on the food budget, we are under-supplied. The shift from crops to grazing land in this plains area is rapidly becoming an accomplished fact. The acreage seeded last year was the smallest in many years. The season of 1937 will see an even smaller acreage. The return to grass has been forced by conditions over which man has no control, Mr. Wallace’s suggestion for co-operation of public agencies in a program of larger farms, public acquisition of sub-marginal | lands and regulated grazing is sound enough, too, as is his re- commendation that a survey be made to determine how many people the region can adequately support. Right there is where the government should use a little imagination and should begin its adjustment between the prob- lems of so-called overproduction on the one hand and of main- taining the prosperity of a large area on the other. This area cannot prosper unless it produces, and if it pro- duces it will contribute to the surplus problem. Perhaps it is unwillingness to be tossed on the horns of this dilemma which causes Mr. Wallace to approach the subject of irrigation somewhat gingerly. He knows that irrigation would boom production and thus magnify the question of surpluses which seems to haunt him like a nightmare. But the people in the high plains country have a right to} continue living here if provision can be made for them, and that . this land can be made to support them—and thousands of others —is plain for anyone to see. It is merely a matter of combin- ing the resources we have at hand in the manner which logic and economic necessity dictate. One cannot blame Mr. Wallace for his reticence on the sub- ject but it is sincerely hoped that the problem of future sur- pluses will not make him unmindful of the rights and needs of millions who, with a little help, can work out their own salva- tion. Where Life Is Cheap There is every prospect that plenty of horror stories will come out of China before the current difficulty there is settled. The leading man of the nation has been murdered in cold blood and thousands of other lives will be sacrificed before the trouble is over. Indeed, this could easily be the cause of the anticipated “next world war” with the possibility that millions will go to nameless deaths in deciding whatever argument is given as the cause of the trouble, To understand the news from the Far East, however, it is: essential to keep several facts in mind. The. first.of. these is. that life is cheap in China and existence is cruel and hard. Few men rise to the status of individuals. The great bulk of the people remain just that, a shapeless, helpless and all bat name- less mass of struggling, suffering humanity. . The miracles of commonplace. Here, as in few other parts of the world, what happens to the average man is of no moment. The second fact to keep in mind is that China is not a na- tion but a conglomeration of races of the same common origin. There is not even a common tongue and residents of one district can hardly understand those of a near-by region. ment worthy of the name. The powers which rule in centers where white interests are extensive have managed to win inter- national recognition but in the vast back country there are swarms of petty rulers who know no allegiance to the central government. In much of China might makes right and the farmers and tradespeople of a district are protected from one set of bandits only that they may be the more easily exploited by the local powers in control. ‘There is ‘no fealty, no loyalty to any government or form | of governmental organization and no patriotism as we know it. ment between two sets of rulers. The people will neither under- stand it nor pay much attention to it except as they are forced ‘eold blood what difference.does it make? chesp_ and the peculiarly impassive phil- ‘fe ° ; A third fact to remember is that there is no central govern- ‘Thus the impending civil wa¥ in China is merely an argu- n of strife for centuries. Why should they get excited now?|. fuseuie at - If they are made the victims of unspeakable cruelties; if fathers of wives and daughters are ruthlessly mur-|coming. They have the reactions of love and hate, anger, despair and satisfaction oth but they also have been taught not to ‘THis BISMARCK TRIBUNE, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17, 1936 Behind Scenes Washington Restaurateurs, in National Cenven- tion, Hear Some Startling New Ideas... They Also Taste a Startl- ing Delicacy—Rattler Meat... Mr. Ebersole Is a Deft Demonstrator to the Trade ... And the Ban- quet—Ah, There Was the Mouth- Watering Climax. By RODNEY DUTCHER (Tribune Washington Correspondent) Washington, Dec. 17.—Your corre- spondent covered the convention of the National Restaurant association in Washington—after a fashion, The scheduled speech by Mr. John E. Ebersole on “New Ideas for the Restaurateur” sounded as if it might have possibilities. Mr. Ebersole had about completed a 15,000-mile trailer trip on which the Ebersole family ate its way around the country, picking up new ideas in other people's restaur- ants, Mr. Ebersole himself being proprietor of a tearoom in New York state. Mr. Ebersole, who tends toward resembling the Rev. Gerald L. K. Smith, told about the lady out in Des Moines who gives away a free movie ticket with every dollar dinner and does a huge business. And about the restaurant in Minnesota which is built over a trout stream. He told how he himself provided special chairs, bibs and menus for children and “topped it off with a small gift for each one who eats his vegetables.” He also provides a bowl of cheese and crackers free for cus- tomers. This costs Mr. Ebersole only four-tenths of a cent per person, but makes him seem a big-hearted fellow indeed. be * Spills a Bombshell There were other new ideas, but the big one was revealed when Mr. Ebersole finished his speech and an- nounced that he had a new kind of food for his audience to try. A boy brought a tray of canapes which had been prepared by the chef. About 45 gents leaped forward— “climbed all over each other,” Mr. Ebersole remarked later with grim satisfaction—and began to munch. “I have an announcement to make,” Mr. Ebersole boomed at that point. “You are all eating rattlesnake meat!” Reactions were varied, but instan- taneous. Some spat that which was in their mouths right out on the floor, Others tried, but found they were too late. A very few remained calm and agreed it tasted something like dark chicken meat. A restaurant man from Baltimore became ill and had to be put to bed for a couple of hours. * oe Serves ‘Restorative’ Mr. Ebersole started passing out cards which had small pieces of rattlesnake skin pasted on them and said they made recipients members of “The Ancient Epicurean Order of Rattling Reptile Revelers.” This was supposed to make everybody feel good again, - Your correspondent, who wasn’t one of the victims, cornered Mr, Eber- sole later and said he must be very fond of rattlesnake meat, since he carried cans of it around to feed to people. It cost $1.75 a can, retail. “Who, me?” demanded Mr. Eber- sole, snorting his scorn, “why, you couldn't get a piece of that stuff down my throat with a pile driver.” * * * All on the Menu Meanwhile, it was being bruited about that the NRA banquet would be the “finest meal ever served.” Chef Nicholas Marchitelli of the May- flower, who prepared it, has fed most of our presidents and other states- men in the last few years. a couple of honeydew melons and hot-house grapes topped with saba- glione; crabflake gumbo soup Louis- janaise—made of crab bouillon and white meat, rice, celery, tomatoes, okra, white wine and spices; then there was broiled heart of filet mig- non on Smithfield ham with borde- laise sauce (smother and _ slightly brown chopped shallots in butter, add @ good burgundy wine, add a brown sauce made with marrow bone, add chopped marrow, chives, salt, red pepper and fresh-ground black pep- per); and crepes promencale (mush- rooms in a sauce of olive oil, chives, shallots and bread crumbs); new peas in_ sweet butter, Idaho potatoes O'Brien au gratin. And then fresh lemon sherbet with creme de menthe, chilled tomato farci Santa Maria (tomato stuffed with fresh fruit, with bar le duc dressing and unsweetened whipped cream de- corated with sliced orange and Eng- lish walnuts); saltines, cream cheese and guava jelly, and an eggnog pis- techie meringue with a cherry sher- bet top. Plus demitasse. * Other -things your correspondent learned: That few restaurateurs know government-graded beef, U. S. prime, is always tops if you can get the ‘butcher to carry it. That, according to a large sign displayed, “There's 200 per cent profit in spaghetti sales.” That there are 200,000 wait- resses in the United States and every The restaurateurs successively ate | dl! The Girl He Left Behind | "Dr. Brady will answer se dingoonte. write purposes. Various synthetic vitamin irradiating sterols) deliver 250 to 300 units of (errr nee BI't OF HUMOR NOW AND. THEN 1S RFLISHED BY THE BEST OF MEN Clyde —I took my girl horseback riding but she said the horse I hired for her was too skittish. Harold — What did she do about it? Clyde—Oh, she got soreand walked home. Park Policeman — Hey you, don’t wash your clothes in that reservior. Don’t you know that people have to drink that water? Hobo— That's all right officer, I ain’t usin’ soap. / Mr. Tyte—My dear, I told you that we simply have to economize, and here you are wearing a new fur coat. Mrs, T.—I know, honey, but I have put mothballs in all the pockets so everyone will think it’s an old one. Jack—Have you ever been in love? Ruth—It’s none of your business. Jack—Huh, woman, you don’t know me. Butterwick: I should like to see the Judge, please, Butler: I’m sorry, sir, but he is at inner. Butterwick: I see. His Honor is at steak, Highhum: Describe the mechanism of a steam shovel. Ebbe: You can’t kid me. You can’t carry steam on a shovel. Says a Harvard Prof: “It is egregious obscurantism to postulate that syncopation in harmonization has an immoral connotation.” i SO THEY SAY Germany has too small a space for its population. ... The assignment of colonial space is the proper solution of existing difiiculties.—Dr. Hjalmar Schacht, Reich minister of economics, ‘ ** * Democracy must unquestionably give educational opportunity to all. But it must then protect itself by rational and courageous methods of selection against the needless exploi- tation of its generosity by the unfit— President James R.. Angell, Yale Uni- | versity. e** % The farmer not only feeds the city population, but he recruits it, too.— Mrs, C. O, Williams, women’s leader, twho believes city women do not bear enough children to maintain urban population, **_* * ‘Women of Japan might as well live in the 17th century as far as their personal liberties are concerned .. . the present reactionary regime de- crees women shall become household machines producing children to be- come human bombs or to meet the demands for cheap labor.—Baroness Shizue Ishimoto, Japanese woman editor. ** *& Recent political and social trends may bring wide indirect benefits and result in @ more intelligent business operation than ever before existed in America—James O, McKinsey, de- partment store executive. s* ® The screen these days demands s0 much. Girls of 18 are expected to) have brains in addition to voice, charm, and beauty.—Mary Garden, former opera sneer * I guess I'll have to quit smoking to keep peace in the family.—Carl Ther- ricult, 4-year-old Waterville, Me., boy, whose family objects to his stogies. HORIZONTAL 1 Noted singer. 14 Drug from poppies. (5 Native metal. 16 Wireless receiving set. 17 Poker stake. 18 Iniquity. 19 News para- graph, 20Form of “be.” 21 Took notes. 23 Fiber knots. a Mountain. eer. 7 ae standard 52 To distribute. TNE] so often one of them marries the proprietor. (Copyright, 1936, NEA Service, Inc.) —>—————_§_ o | BARBS ¢ It doesn’t pay to be a yes man. An Indianan is prosecuting his neighbor for failing to return a lawn mower, snow shovel, two chairs, two tubs, a spade, and a trap. x * & We've already had sit-down and Jay-down strikes. It remains for cir- cus athletes to inaugurate a back-flip “walkout.” i x * Phil’ Baker, who outpointed Kid Chocolate in New York, did not, it is learned, train by reaching for a sweet, “* & ‘The woman who kissed Hitler is the we aa a Colles dairyman. We hough was stenographers who usually kissed’ dictators, te do so. They have lived comparatively placid lives in the Tesiaan at es fore his bride gave him a piateful, he apparently knew what was ** A question mothers often have to answer nowadays after leaving de- partment stores: “Mam, was Santa Claus quintuplets?” -* © “Got a match, buddy?” “Nope, my last one is on top of a beer bottle at home.” 29 Tone B. 54 Garden tool. 30 Twice. 55 Tissue. 31 Courtesy title. 57 Thin. 33 Roll of film, 58 Lash marks, 36 Tidy. 60 Sloping way. EEMOSUINE | Singing Star | Answer to Previous Puzzle trained in EMETIAT] 22 Arcgea torce. RIOIDE| 24 fie appears in 21 years, 30 Wager. grape juice. 4 Wagon track. 38 To 62 He has a——— 9 Newly mare 40 French soldier 41 Father. 42 Either. voice. ried women. 63 He has starred10 Flying mame in many ——. mal. 43 To help. 46 Narrow neck VERTICAL 1 Behold. Aside. Copyright by Mabel Osgood Wright CHAPTER XIl—Continued —2— Left to herself, Eleanor shivered in spite of her heavy coat and once more drew close to the fire. Hepsy came in, stupid with sleep, and said ad left food for Mr. Emery’s supper in the hot closet over the stove. Then Eleanor re- membered nothing, until the tall clock struck, one, and she started up to see if it was the hour or the half. She had been asleep. It was half past one o'clock and Christmas morning. The grating of wheels on the frozen ground told her that Emery was coming, but fot with Eli, for the hoof beats that turned the angle at the gate were those of a pair of horses of higher mettle than sedate old Whiteface. Next, Vance’s voice sounded clear and. sharp from the porch as he wished his driver “good-night.”” Checking the impulse to get out, of sight and obliterate herself, now that she ‘was sure of his safe re- turn, Eleanor went to the door and opened it at the moment that his hand was upon the knob. The Stranger entered first and with a silent greeting passed into the fire- lit room beyond. The only words spoken were from Vance. “Eleanor! Here? Thank God!” ‘The light in the hall was dim but it did not account for the cling- ing way in, which his eyes first rested on her or the ugony of sud- den relief in his voice. He had opened his arms in spontaneous ex- pression as he cried out, but quickly dropped them to his side, his habit- ual suppression of emotion dominat- ing him. “You are very late,” she said quietly, “I see that you missed Eli, who went for you.” “Did you get my telegram?” “Yes, Emery.” \ “At what time?” “On our arrival at about half past eleven.” i “Where is Darrow? I must see him.” “At the inn. At my request he drove over with Eli. You and the Doctor would better have your sup- per, Emery, before we go into ex- planations.”” “I need rest not food, my child,”” the Doctor answered, and the touch of his hand upon hers, as she guided him to the east chamber, banished all her fears, _ ‘Eleanor returning went to the kitchen and Emery’s feet led him instinctively to the dining -room. Eleanor brought the food and) spread it before him silently. He ate from mere brute hunger, not vealizing what, until his eye fell on % plate of cookies that Hepsy had cut in the shape of horses for the @ ceremony of eating the cakes made by that same cutter, leg by leg, leaving the head with its cur- delicious THE STRANGER AT THE GA 'WNU Service er that Vance started up and looked anxiously about the room, even go- ing to the door. Returning he seated himself facing Eleanor, who stood, one hand resting on the mantel shelf as she gazed into the fire, and for the first time he realized that she wore her outdoor wraps. She in her turn was trying to formulate how best to break the silence. Would Emery presently say it was bedtime, and thus the matter end as it had a dozen times before? She realized dully that he was winding his watch, one of the methodical preliminaries of his sleep. Then: “Eleanor, why did you dismiss the chauffeur, or allow him to be dismissed?” “Because he was drunk!” she an- swered, startled into brevity, then added quickly, “‘How did you know that we dismissed him?” - That “we,” stabbed Vance through and though he would have denied it. “I telephoned the garage, hoping to secure a car and join you, being only an hour or so late for supper. I’m glad now that I could not. The answer came that no one would leave the city on Christmas Eve, with the half sneering addition that my wife had sent the chauffeur back trom Westchester!” “What did you say?” “That if Mrs. Vance had dis- missed the chauffeur it'was for good and sufficient cause.”’ “Thank you, Emery.” Strangely enough her almost humble passivity angered him, yet anger is better, more human, .than| shed. habitual querulous indifference. By MABEL OSGOOD WRIGHT the voice speaking them with ten- derness was the voice of the man whom I married ten years ago. Then it was that I knew that the touch of another would be sin. “All through the rest of those slow frozen hours my one thought was to reach you, to tell you this, and that I would not live with you in such bondage another hour! You have dominated joy out o: my life by leaving nothing in it for me to do. I must find that other man who loved me and told me so, who loved me and looked love, the man whom I married that we might share and share alike and be the lwhole, each to the other, I must find him, or else live out my life alone!” é Still Vance sat leaning forward, immovable, his thin nostrils dilating, his teeth clenched through his under lip the blood started. “I had hope,” Eleanor continued, pressing her hand to her eyes ar if to shut in a picture that sight would drive away, “‘until we found ourselves on the Glen highway where the great electric light hangs high over the trolley terminal and we stopped to borrow a lantern at the forge. Then presently I lost hope, for I learned there that the I married was not only dead to me, but that he was dead also to himself. Why is Joseph Hess, with his wife and new-born child, taking shelter in your father’s old forge on Christmas Eve?” Swiftly, yet with incisive detail, she told of the finding of the chil- dren and of the scene within the “Hess—here—in want? His wife “It is a most unexpected and dis-| and baby in the old forge?” agreeable situation, I am willing] Vance paused abruptly, his words to concede that you did not_think of the consequences, but, as the wife of a man of my business con- nections, it would have been better to have effected some sort of a compromise with the fellow rather than start possible gossip. I wonder that Darrow was so thoughtless; he bas no excuse, for he knows the world.” =, ‘The spark had touched the tow. “You wonder that Will was so careless? What then do you think of yourself?” “Myself?, I do not understand you, Eleanor.” “Then I see that I must forge the meaning into words that often say too little or too much. Your wrong is to Will even more’ than to me. It is nearly two years now that, by your indifference to every- thing concerning me, you have led, Er i ii EE it eof i i £ EF - ie TH i ; & j i A iy severed as by a sword of light. Gnseen by Eleanor the door from the back hall was opened slowly, and on the threshold stood Tommy, carrying a big brass candle-stick, his eyes fixed¢ upon the candle flame, that would flicker and flare. Seeing his father he set the light upon the floor and running to him threw himself into his arms, crying: “Oh father! Christmas did happen ever so long ago just as you said, but do you know every year since then God has been sending Christ- babies to people who sort of forget about it to make them feel kind? Sister and I saw the Star tonight and we followed it and there, sure enough, was a dear little Christ- baby and Mary and Joseph. There wouldn't have been a thing on the baby’s poor mite of a tree if we hadn't played that we were the Wise Men and took him Uncle Will's gold piece and the sweet soap for incense and the cake! “Now you'll take an interest in our tree, won’t you, father, since P| Christmas has all happened over again right near home? There's your little first red shoes on our tree full of candy, one shoe for you and one for mother, ‘cause grandmother says you were her little Christ-baby once, though I guess you never knew it. She knows it all though, ‘cause she talks [to God, every night. I hear her in