The Nonpartisan Leader Newspaper, May 16, 1921, Page 17

ADVERTISEMENTS REDUCED FROM $2 . $1.25 get, at this astonishing price, a cloth- bound, illustrated history of the Nonpartisan league, containing all the facts about this greatest of farmers’ movements since its beginning. The book is “The Story of the Nonpartisan League” By Charles Edward Russell Mr. Russell is one of America’s most noted writers on political and economic subjects. ‘ N T HILE they last you can His book is a result of five years of study of - the farmers’ movement since its inception in North Dakota. ‘ : The publishers are Harper & Bros., one of the oldest and best-known publishing firms in the United States. With paper and publica- tion costs at the highest point they have ever been we are selling this book, on strong, high- grade paper, in large, clear type, illustrated, cloth bound, for the remarkable price of $1.25, possible only because we purchased a large supply practically at cost and are selling them without profit. The Story The story told by Mr. Russell will loom large in history. Your children will want this book when they grow up. You must read it to be informed of public affairs at this time. thrilling, interesting—the story of the life.and strug- gles of A. C. Townley, of the modest beginnings and baltles of a farmers’ organization that has aston- ished the world. You will want to buy the book also for your friends and acquaintances. How to Get It USE THE FOLLOWING BLANK. DO IT TODAY. WHILE THEY LAST, $1.25 PER VOLUME. The Nonpartisan Leader Box 2072, Minneapolis, Minn. Nonpartisan Leader (Book Department), Box 2072, Minneapolis, Minn. Gentlémen: Please send me, postpaid, “THE STORY OF THE NONPARTISAN LEAGUE,” by Russell, $1.25. I inclose check, draft, money order, currency for Write Plainly s : MR. DOOLEY ON CAPITAL AND LABOR HIN I was a young man, Hinnissy, Capital an’ Labor’ was frindly, or Labor was. Capital was like a father to Labor; givin’ it its booard an’ lodgings. Nayther intherfered with th’ other. capitalizin’ an’ Labor wint on laborin’. In thim golden days a wur-rukin’ man was an honest artisan. That’s what he was proud to be called. Th’ week before iliction he had his pitchel‘* in th’ funny papers. He wore a square pa-aper cap an’ a leather apron an’ he had his ar'rm around Capital—a rosy, binivolent oI’ guy with a plug hat an’ eye- glasses. They was goin’ to th’ polls togither to vote £'r simple ol’ Capital. Th' pride iv ivry artisan was to wur-ruk as long at his task as th’ boss cud afford to pay th’ gas bill. In return f'r his fidelity he got a turkey ivry year. At Christmas time Capital gathered his happy fam’ly ar-round him an’ give thim a short oration. “Me brave la-ads,” says he, “we’ve had a good year. (Cheers.) I have made a millyun dollars. (Sinsation.) I attribute this to me supeeryor skill, aided by ye’er arnest efforts at th’ bench an’ at.the forge. (Sobs.) Ye have done so well that we won’t ne€d so many iv ye as we did. (Loud and continyous cheerin’.) Those iv us who can do two min’s wur-ruk will Capital wint on Aside from that it is . remain an’ if possible do four. Our other faithful sarvints,” he says, “can come back in the spring,” he says, “if alive,” he says. i . An’ th’ bold artisans tossed their pa-aper caps in th’ air an’ give. three cheers f'r Capital. They wur-ruked till oI’ age crept on thim an’ thin retired to live on th’ wishbones an’ kind wur-ruds they had, accumylated.—P. F. DUNNE. LIFE’'S CONTRADICTIONS Senator Newberry says the decision of the supreme court vindicates him. But if an ordihary convict saws his way through the grating of his cell they arrest him again for jail break- ing. e Doctors are now allowed to pre- scribe a pint of beer every 10 days. That might cure some- thing, but certainly not a thirst. & * * * . “Yes,” said the old lawyer, “there are three sides to every lawsuit. There is our side and the other side and the way the court decides.” ES * * A little bit of sunshine, A drop or two of rain, Reported on the market And wheat goes down again. Little drops of water, Little specks.of rust, Make a crop of “Feed D” wheat And farmers all go bust. * * # Politicians seem to think the proper place for a farmer is on the farm; for capital, at the capitol; and for a work- er, in the workhouse. : * £ * Most people who are called “reds” merely have their bank balance written in that color. ¥ * * * The gentlemen who are busy figur- ing out new taxes at Washington, D. C., seem to have overlooked air so far. * * * The allies are now going to find out whether blood can be got from a turnip—or a dead beet. . Sk * * “We have a mummy in this mu- seum,” said the guide, “that has had wheat in his hand since the days of the Pharaohs.” : “Well,” said the grain gambler, who thought his opinion was being asked, “I’d advise him not to hold on any longer. Wheat’ll ' never ‘'be any higher.” According to Mr. Einstein there is no such thing as a straight line. We wonder if he will now give us his judgment on politicians. * kS * * * A Boston newspaper paid Ponzi’s publicity man $5,000 for an article attacking his boss and $1,000 more be- cause the article proved later to be correct. This illustrates the relative value plafed upon a “sensation” and upon the truth. e LIRS e “Plow, plant and prosper” is the slogan of the League opposition in North Dakota. The farmers do the first two, the profiteers the last. ES *® * Madame Curie discovered radi- um and is now presented with a thimbleful ‘of it. Columbus dis- covered America, and didn’t. even get that much. * * * The "decision of the Minnesota su- preme court that a defendant can not argue in his own behalf but must deje- gate that duty to an attorney will be hailed with joy by the lawyers’ union. W ) ~ WOOL I sheared my sheep and tied the wool about a year ago, And fixed it up for market, because I needed dough. Well, then the neighbors told me the market had gone flat; Wool wouldn’t bring us nothin’ much —we’d better just stand' pat. And so we went and organized a big Farm Bureau pool And all us farmers hauled our wool and filled the warehouse full; Then we waited and we waited for the prices to improve But there wasn’t nothin’ doin’, seemed like they couldn’t move, And my old jeans got empty and my - Sunday suit so thin That Mother worried awfully for fear ’twould show my skin. But I just stuck right to ’em, till one Sunday evenin’ prayer I knelt uporn my own bare knee—the trouser wasn’t there. Then Ma said, “Get some Sunday clothes or else stay home from church,” ] I had to get ’em right away or else be y in the lurch. But'when I went to buy ’em, dressed in my workin’ jeans, It warn’t no use to try ’em on—I didn’t have the means To buy ’em. Why the price of that— Perhaps three pounds of wool— Was more than for my whole year’s clip that I had in the pool. I don’t: know what to do, I'm sure, Ma : says I can’t go bare; With wool to make a hundred suits I can’t get one to wear. There must be lots of workers who’d like to build my suit. Why can’t we get together, and end " the grafters’ loot? Until we do I'm out of luck, and only pen this note To say the present system has surely got my goat. s Bellevue, Mich. HEWS IKES. O Ay ped = I e (aah Loy el oceV o Taat Rl Naa S CBule N Bul PEaN