Evening Star Newspaper, May 29, 1925, Page 9

PROHIBITION URGED - T0 REPLACE ARMS Reichstag Told Athletics and Shunning Alcohol lake Militarism Needless. By the Associated Press. BERLIN, May 29.—If the youth of Germany indulges freely in athletics and outdoor sports generally and avolds the use of alcohol Germany can dispense with militarism, declared the minister of defense, Dr. Otto Gess- ler, during a spirited defense of the administration of his department be- fofe the Reichstag vesterday. Other countries, he said. subjected their vouths to military training. and Germany, therefore, was fairly en- titled to encourage its rising senera- tion to go in for the production of brawn and muscle. The minister's admonition to German youths to ab- stain from drink startied the mem bers, particularly the Bavarfans, who Apparently were not prepared for a Prohibition sermon Dr. Gessler raid that the formation of illegal volunteer corps no longer would be tolerated. and that any of- ficer implicated in such activity | would he immediately dismissed from the national service. | Declares for Peace. “Germany’s policy is peace atic would contemplate war <" Dr. Gessler asserted president, who is a mil the first order, has expr 4n this sense.” Not even officers are opposed to sensible pacifism. These are the circumstances in which Ger- many is prepared to enter an inter- national agreement for mutual se curity of frontiers “But until universal disarmament has been accomplished.” the war min- ister continued, “Germany will be obliged to maintain defensive forces sufficient to meet her requirements England is expending more for her air force alone than our entire mili tary budget. Despite the elimination of Germany, Austria and Bulgaria as active post-war military factors, there are half a million more men under arms in Europe today than in 1913 and such a situation, natural knocks all moral persuasion out of current disarmament talk @ Talk of socalled secret German armaments is sheer nonsense, de clared Dr. Gessler. ADVENTISTS GATHER FOR CAMP MEETING| 1,000 Attend Opening Service of! Ten-Day Session in Tent City at Takoma Park. only a these “The iry expert of ed himself than and friends gath “tent city.” on Flower avenue. Ta- | koma Park, last night to hear an ad dress by Rev. T. B. Westbrook, presi- dent of the Potomac Conference of the denomination as the opening convoca- tion of the ten-day camp meeting. “The hourglass of time has nearly run out. and soon molmentous events foretelli the imminent return of Christ will take place in the world. in the closing scenes ry, and only a tyro will * to see in the unusual events are constantly occurring sure oniens of the approachin ¥ when the Son of God shall reveal Himself in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory.” declared Rev. West brook t 6 o'clock this morning Rev. M. C. Wilcox of Mountain View, Calif., con d a service. which was attended tically the entire force of nurses connected with the Washing ton Sanitarium and Hospital, who marched to the camp grounds in full uniform A feature of the daily be a 3 o'clock service, udies will be held. onight’s lecture F. A. Harter. services 9:30 More ventists program will when Bible will be given by The Saturday Sabbath | tomorrow will be begun at o'¢clock and the consecration service 11 o'cloc Special services will be held for the juniors and chil- dren. Mrs. T. B. Westbrook tary of the Sabbath school de ment of the Potomac Conference, will be superintendent. Mrs. Fran} A. Coffin and Miss Rosamond D.! Ginther will have charge of th children’s division. Consecration ser: fce at 11 o'clock will be under the direction of Dr. B Wilkinson. dean of theology of Washington Missionary College. The meeting at 3 o'clock will be led by 1. S. Hyatt, who has just veturned from the African missior field. (. P. Crager. a returned mis from South America, will to the young people at 4| k. and at 730 o'clock W. L. Adkins_ will speak Dr. Wilkinson will lecture on shevism 3 ht. SAYS REPORT IS FALSE. Goto Denies Saying U. S.-Japanese War Is Possibility. TOKIO, May 29 ().—Viscount Shim- pei Goto vesterday pers: he had made statements him in a German newspaper that war with the United States was a possible alternative to nonamendment of American immn tion laws, In a m Associated Press from T 5, Visc ever thought, fore, stated, ths he immi problem ever would become a for a war between Jupan and Amer fca.” Viscount Goto is not connected with the present Ja s Fol ich less, there- McCormick Medical ~Glasses Fitted College Eves Examined Graduate Dr. CLAUDE S. SEMONES Eyesight Specialist Phone Main 321 409-410 MeclLachlen Bldg. 10th and G Sts. N.W. The | her | letter in ING STAR, WASHINGTO: Little Fraulein and the Big World BY IDA R. WYLIE. Copyright by International Magazine Co. HE street was all gray. It was dificult to belleve thai there ware so ‘nany tones of gray in the world. The low sky and the slanting rain, the tall, de- jected houses, the shining pavements, the shop windows and the solitary policeman were all different and yet one-colored, so that-they merged into one another and made a kind of mel- ancholy harmony. Even the serpent was gray. Or, rather, it was a dragon, because it had legs—any number of them— and Fraulein Gertrude auf und zu und von Arnstein-Prutwitz—this was her full name as found in Gotha's Almanach, but fortunately most peo- ple called her Trudchen—who had been brought up on the best fairy stories, knew that all dragons had legs of pme sort. But undoubtedly from a distance it looked more like a serpent, long and sinuous and with- out any of that bluff and comic vio- lence which makes dragons almost lovable. any rate, it was a punctual v morning at 9 o'cloc when Trudchen turned into the Kai- serstrasse—a street name that ought to have been painted out long since, but every one was too tired and wor- vied to bother about a detail like that —there it was, and at five minutes past 9 it swallowed Fraulein auf und zu—and-all-the-rest-of it—whole She was, as it were, almost its first morsel. But today things had gone | wrong. They had been going wrong | for a long time—ever since she could remember. It was like a tremendous toboggan-run. You started off slowly, everybody shouting and excited Then vou began to go fast—too fast —and then you lost control, and then suddenly everything seemed to go to piéces and fly off in a hundred dif- ferent directions, and you knew it was the end . This wasn't Trudchen’s description 1t was her dream. The night before it had kept on coming back. Her blanket, which was a temperamental thing full of moods and holes, was thinner than usual. and the cold had gnawed a hollow place in her middle just like that left by a sudden swoop down in an elevator. So that prob- ably the dream was natural enough. But it was a very tiring dream, and when the gray winter's morning had crept through the gray curtains, Trudchen hadn't wanted to get up. and when she did get up she had found a large hole in one of her long, black Woolen stockings and had begun to cry. Not loudly—hardly to notice, as vou might sa he Arnstein-Prut’ | witzs were a very old family com- | posed exclusively of heroes, and Trud- | chen’s father had worn an Iron Cross | when they bro ht him home for the last time, and Trudchen had learned quite early in life not to cry. But this time her mother had found her sitting on the edge of the tumbled bed, the tears trickling noiselessly down a small, white face, and the woolen stocking half off. half on, with the | hole showing horribly Her mother had sat and heid her tight. one hand—erunched up as| though with a bitter indignation—and | she. too, was trembling from head to 00 “They don't want us, Trudi body wants It's all my darling. I've no tact, you see knows what will become of us! | And then she had caught sight of | the hole and had quietly fainted. To any one else, perhaps, it might have seemed rather absurd—fainting because of a hole in a woolen stock- ing. But to Trudchen it was the only reasonable thing to do. She made no fuss about it. She just crouched down | by her mother's side, stroking the pretty, faded face with its frozen look of despair, and saying “Lieb Mutter- chen” over and over again as though | it had been the refrain of a sad little Jullaby. And, indeed, she did not want uer mother to wake up, for when s did wake up she would have to think about the hole, and the hole quite hopeless—beyond repair. It was much | nicer to go on sleeping. But it &0 happened that Frau Hilde- brandt, who ran the little haberdash- ery shop behind which they had their one room, came in and said, “Ach, du lieher Gott!” and picked up Frau von Arnstein in her strong arms and laid her on the bed and dashed water in lier face “You make a eup o° strong coffee, fraulein,” she comminded in her large unteroff r's voic “Quick!” Trudchen could She could stare hard into the empty cup- There wasn't any coffee. wasn't anything (which was odd, when you realized that the Arn- stein-Prutwitzes were such important people and that Frau von Arnstein- Prutwitz, as an officer’s widow, had a pension of so many millions that Trudchen, who was quite good at arithmetic, couldn’t count them). And then suddenly she felt frightened, as she often did. She felt she couldn't bear to see her mother’s white face tell Frau Hildebrandt about the Tee. he took her mothe; u down beside She had a But ‘Thousands of mothers have Resino. Ointment ready for the cuts, scratches, | burns, ete., which daily occur in the home where there are children. They know that it is perfectly pure and harm- less, that it helps to prevent infection and hastens the healing, Children will call for Resinol when hurt because it does not smart or sting even if applied to a raw, badly irritated surface. Resinol ENJOY YOUR TRIP | s " ENTIRELY FREE FROM THE NAUSEA of SEAeTRAIN SICKNESS u;ntrflnu lnm w'gll; easure of your fi?::'fi::nm i'e: ?:“ matier how Toug] age or rocky the ide, you e:n v're'vr:: all symptoms of Rduses and oy your ' v o vt Pece Nothing Velvet Kind ICE-CREAM> ™~ - e Mothardiil Remedy Go.. Now York where it lay on the table and her bas. ket and set out, walking very sedatel because of heing sn terribly afraid. But, of course, it was long past 9 when she turned the corner of the Kaiserstrasse, and the dragon’s head 1 disappeared into the haker's shop, and instead of being swallowed up she became the last-minute vertebra in the creature’s tail. It took no particular notice of her. The policeman who was there to keep an eye on its behavior and see that it didn’t get out of hand and take up too much of the pavement considered her dully. The two stout women im- mediately in front turned to look at her, and the raindrops from their umbrellas, which she had been anx- iously avoiding, trickled down her neck “Ach, the little Prutwit But they didn't smile smiled at her except by accident. You couldn’t say that they looked angry, cither, but there was something at the back of their eyes which made you understand that if you touched them they would shrink away in spite of themselves. It was very puzzling, and, though it had always been like that, Trudchen never really got accustomed to it. She knew, of course, that she was a p disagreeable child. But, then, people Iooked at her mother, who was good and beautiful beyonc question, in just the same way. And whereas rudchen was terribly ashamed and only wished people wouldn't look at her at all, her mother carried herself like a queen who had to live among inferior people, in all the little town they had only friend—large Frau Hildebrandt quarreled with every one. ¥ox THE dragon moved terribly First it stood on one leg and then on another. It was very cold, and the rain sogged through the paper soles of its innumerable shoes. rudchen’s feet hurt, and then thes dn’t hurt at all The dragon gave a wriggle and its last-minute vertebra was shaken loose. Trudchen was left behind, her eves wide with distress and astonishment. The policeman waved a gloved paw at her. “Now then—move on there! It seemed to her thit the dragon turned completely around to gaze at . and her button nose grew redder h shame. . please s that? “Ach, bitte, Herr my feet For a minute it seemed as though every one were going to be nice. The policeman bent down, his hands on his thick thighs, and stared about solemnily, as though he were really looking for something, and one of the stout women put down her basket and ubbed the spindly little legs in the darned black Stockings until they be came veritable pin cushions, so full of pins that Trudchen couldn't stand still, but performed a jerky dance like ar med marionette. But it was so wonderful to have people kind to her that she didn’t mind Then suddenly it was all over. They said, “Na, so ist's recht!” and stood back from her red in just the same old way. as though they had remembered something they had forgotten and were thinking “Serve you right! Serve you right!” They were queer themselves. Even the policeman, who seemed so large and solid, made you feel that if any one touched him too roughly he might disappear altogether. And he knew You could see the fear of it in his round, blue eyes, and the bristling fair mustache was somehow very sad. The people were so big, and vet they weren't quite real. They were like shadows. The street was a shadow Trudchen could remember—or rather it was less a memory than picture in a whole jumble of pictures—a place full of bustiing confident people, tall men in gay uniforms and grand dukes and princes in carriages, and bands playing music that made vour heart they said Nobody ever one who slow. Polizist, I've lost Up~Where lts Cool/ June Through October At MAYVIEW MANOR Blowing Rock, N. C., 4,500 ft. Up Sleep under on top of the Blue Ridge in a health-giving cli- mate, amid sublime scenery where you are pro- vided with every recreation. 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So that | One of a series of thefl year’s best short stories. swell, and flags flying in the sunlight, and red-cheeked boys and girls and shops that still bulged with toys and cakes and real cream. Something had happened. It was as though Winter had come forever. The clock on the Lutheran Church at the end of the street boomed 12, By this time there was nothing left of the dragon but Trudchen, and the woman who rubbed her legs and sald “Tsh! Tsh!” at the hole in the black stocking. They stood together in the baker's shop, which had a flustered devastated look, as though it had been swept bare by a whirlwind, and the baker's wife whispered mysteriously: “'See what I have kept for you, Frau phardt!” She produced a stick of bread and three shiny brown bretz. len from under the counter. *I thought j to myselt, ‘Na, this time the Gepharat little ones shall have a treat. It's not much they get, poor things.'"” “'God knows that’s true, erin Trudchen stood on tiptoe. She was nearly ten, but for some reason or other she hadn’t grown much, and it was hard work getting the baker's even to see her. £ you please, four little breads”— And she held out her million-mark note pleadingly. The baker's wife stood with her arms akimbo. She had a round, tight- | skinned face that must once have been pink and jolly and wasn't any more. | She was fat and pale, and vou felt | that if any one put a pin in her she | would blow up and sink to nothing like a balloon. She had a round, hard forehead and cold blue eves that | stared down at Trudchen with such a ck of expression that it was like | hatred. “There isn’t & crumb left.” she said. t a crumb. Tell your Frau Mutter that if the King of England wanted four little bre: he couldn't have them. So ther 8he laughed and her laugh terrified Trudchen, because a minute before the baker's wife had been kind and smiling. So that it was she, Trud- chen, who made people feel wicked. But she couldn't move. She stood | there, peering over the edge of the | counter with wide open eyes and mouth, and from the other side she {must have looked like a hungry, ather stupid little minnow. Obviously it was of no use to repeat, ‘‘Please four little breads:” and equally ob- vious she couldn't go home without them. Whatever else had failed in the gray frightening world the “little breads' had always stood firm. When meat soared out of sight or butter melted like a dream, there were still the four daily “little breads"—two for dinner and one for supper and one (stale) for breakfast. And if vou dipped them in your ersatz-kaffee they went further and made you feel al. most full. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) rau Bach REFRIGERATORS FOR ALL PURPOSES ALSO ELECTRIC REFRIGERATING MACHINES McCray Refrigerator Co. 807 H Street N.W. ‘Washington, D. C. 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