The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 27, 1916, Page 4

Member ef the Sertppe Northwest League of Newspapers Pubfiahed Daily by The Ater Pablishing Oo. Thene Mate @00 ORPORATION rule jitneys off It is not within that sort of dictation. Moreover, let no pany against the COL UM ING OF HORTICULTURE— ts a conductor, 6 Spring st. & stenographer, Resi. | 162 Repudlican. p is a barber tn Ballard. | nurse at the Provi-| ¢ Lives at | community, If one collector for the elec ee. o bbe those Mexicans have) putting too much pep- ie their chill again aaeis ran Into a post$ was knocked out tn a chase aman who burglarized the) storehouse of booze. This ly calls for a pome. Here caerster cope grog And runs from Cop Boggy Boggy bumps a log knocks himeelf groggy. eee JUNE WEDDING © atl himeelf a despot. > Mattered him to hear gay he was so masterful, so sagtrong; felt a born commander when she looked up, balf tn fear, trustfully, from ‘neath her lashes long; Wished some one to bully, so _ he confidently led a Umid Uttle Piling Them HE DE Bia nounces: oa ¢ It A Novel A Week! ee A squatty man, who looked so JZ SIMPLE PLEASURES Jones’ team ran away at amt Saturday, tickling all who them, bet doing no damage.— le (Ark.) Democrat. cee eye, that they could bave taken for twins, emerged from the darkness, bugged Bob to his away, “Why didn’t Mike take them both away?” whispered Fern. “You poor girl!* “I'm not!” dented Molly, flerce et ia ly. “I sald this morning that I'd like to see Bob, and, of course, Mr BRUTE! Sledge brought him The only MI thought you had given up| trouble te, he's so quick.” art, dearie.” “He's instantaneous,” corrected nd, how can you be s0/ Fern. 2 This is a pia” “You have to admire !t,” laughed Molly, and turned to introduce him to her friends. In that process, she firmly tn- JUST LUCK @i4 you contrive to con- your wife you could not af- own an automobile?” luck on my part She to have an old dress clean- Dought a gallon of gaso- things, and to see that he had a good time. He relieved ber of that burden, however, for, after moving thru introductions with a cor aa dial which not only delighted was man or 'science |r emcee Ta yours. sot hae ah 4 to more notables than she would , Aig and bee ab probably ever see, he quietly disap- a Let wok Into Marley's den, and * tayed four eggs—The Jewell Republican. eee ' _ HOW IT 18 DONE es nireds the Wo Mt eo W. M Mick of 48 acres on Dedham st.|hostess, dropped in will grow milk thera —The |to see that he was aatistiod (Mass.) Town Crier. one of her visits, eee 4 in the affirmative her inquiry {f _ GETTING INTO SOCIETY he was all right, he rose from his I'll bave to rig up a mid. fort, leaving the young people to enjoy their hilarity without the damper of his presence. oceastonally comfortable nest {n the Dig leather § Mame,” declared Flubdub. “1 | chair. had one, but I gotta have| “I suppose wo eat.” he guessed. od “I think you'd call ft bdiuff,” she iy sot” laughingly returned. wife demand ome to print “I get you,” be replied. “Mostly Visiting card: decorations. Souvenire?” ? “The usual.” CORRESPONDENCE “Hand ‘em these,” and he thrust B.D. K.:—Having gone into her hands two bundles of Chicago and roted for small envelopes; red ones and when I found I couldn't white ones. iad Weeks or Penrose or Murray, She looked at them blankly a or Senator Smoot, I ask you | moment. yw if I'm not justified tn bellev- “I—get you,” that the present war scare with as she wondered whether her ! has been concocted by adoption of his phrase was flattery merely to get whiskers {nor ridicule. “Red ones in honor of ee ® | dently replied. NEGATIVELY POSITIVE | grand opera week in the red ones, |, Bethel school closed last Wedues-|and for the Athletic club fights in ay with an entertainment Wednes- the white ones. Admit two. In it Bight. The teacher and chil- al! right?” @id all they could to make tt! “Ts {t all right? It’s glorions!” ‘ ul. We hope nobody didn | she assured him, with shining eyes home disappointed—The Wil-| Delighted with this unmatchable urg (S. C.) Herald. novelty, Molly was herself placing Dinter National Park Summer Schedule Via the “Mil k . 4 4 A DOUBLE DAILY SERVICE | Ly, Seattle (Int’b’n). 7:20 a.m. | Ly, Seattle (Int’b’n). 1:00p.m, | Ly, Tacoma (T. & E.) 8:50a.m. | Lv. Tacoma (7. aE) ) 4:90p, m. Ar. Ashford .. 11:15 a.m. | Ar. Ashford 5:15 p.m. Ar, Longmires -12;30 p.m. | Ar, Longmires...... 6:30 p.m 4 RETURNING PR Ly. Longmire | Ly, Longmires.. 3:45 p.m. Pa Ly, Ashford. Ly, Ashford..... 5:00 p.m, Ke Ar, Tacoma i D Ar. Tacoma 7:50 p.m. Ar. Seattle (Int’ b'n). 1:40 p,m. } Ar. Seattle(CM&StP) 9:15 p. m. Electric trains stop directly opposite the T. & B, Tacoma and National Park trains await their arrival Station tn Side trips to Nisqually Glacier. Bus leaves Longmires, 1:30 p. m.; arrives | Misqually, 2:00 p. m.; leaves 3:00 p. m.; arrives Longmires, 3:30 p. m. Afternoon train from Ashford stops 30 minutes at La Grande for chicken dinner at Canyada Lodge a For information and literature inquire City Ticket Office, Second and Cherry—Elliott 4812 | CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE & ST. PAUL RY. fusal to extend its line TROIT NEV RODEO KACO KOO OTNGN 96 62699 Next Week “The Blue Lights” v ARNOLD FREDERICKS (Continued From Our Last lesue) ba red and white envelopes at the; prepared for the dining-room, when which those who knew him had | Bort Glider Thinks Up a@ Clever) visit to the bank with Bendix. gave much like Bob, even to a patched) adie been/ond of the bosom like a brother, and hurried }tualjleoking by tended to make him the center of! smoked biack cigars tn calm com-| | gan on & swift succession of way- Molly, mindful of her @uttes as/ ‘On| mental strains of after answering, she emiled. flushing} C.D. HOWLES. (the roses, are for girls; and the C. D.: Why don’t you let/ white ones for the boys. What are/ use your safety razor? | ther?” ED. K. “Aw, nothing much,” he diffi “Season tickets for| | invited. “Thank you,” accepted Bert, with | a glance of amusement at the girls, and ho arose Hert, annoyed by the events of| | the evening, but relieved, to some \extent, by this pleasant half-hour The Jitney and Service COUNSEL the streets alto good conscience, however, one be decelved by Up FOG MIC 6 IEE OE OE The were unmistak- Ing rounded the; silpped out thra| | the pantry dc0r, an¢ nuded her re maining envelopes to the tntelleo | er At ten-thirty, coincident with the! fintshtng of the ice cream, the! tinkle of guitars brought the happy company to Its feet and before it bad gained the {rent porch mellow) Ethlopian volces were softly tn-| toaing “Annie Laurie.” Instinetive-| ly the young people grouped them. | selves to their best-liked friends,’ symptoms Mol while, from the moonlit sward,| there rolled up Hqutd harmony “Ob, Molly, you're a dear!” whi» | pered Jessio Potors, in an ecstasy of delight. Molly pressed the arm which had slipped under hers, and glanced In the dtrection of Sledge. She felt him to be guilty of this surprise, and sbe wondered raguely if he could bave dictated the program. She dismissed that idea as tm- possible when the singers swung into “My Old Kentueky Home,” and) followed with “The Soldier's Fare weil,” but she puzzled again when} the leader, after looking ap at) Sledge, consulted a list, and be down-South melodies. A short pre gram of this, and then the voices stopped, and the seductive instra- “The Blue Dan- ube” waltz the balmy atr aquiver. In two seconds, the wide Marley porch was a tangle of laughing, whirling figures, Molly danced with Bert, and forgot her annoy- ance. He was the best dancer tn the city; her natural partner! At eleven-thirty the earth split open in the wide stretch of vacant land across the street, and ejected | tuto the sky, with 4, noise, a tremendous fiery meteors, mostly red. Thro it all Sledge stood as tm- movable and as impassive as if he had been glued to the spot and/ frozen. But when Molly slipped in to wrap up some cake for Baby Peters, Sledge, who seemingly saw nothing, followed her. Well, is your party a bit? he anxiously inquired. “It's a scream!” able to control her laughter. Really, Mr. Sledge, I have you to thank for the most extravagantly joyous occasion at which I have ever had the good fortune to pre wet she sald, an- aide “We'll open her another noten next t he confidently promised her y, marry me.” “Oh, it's impossible!” she blurted. “Really, I'm sorry, Mr. Pledge, but I didn’t mean ft to go this far. 1/ don’t mean that—that {s—well—1 don’t know what I mean. You've been so good, and I do appreciate it so, but it {* imporsibie! 1 simply couldn't. Don’t you see?” “You'll come around to !t.” “I bet I don't!" she blazed. ee “I thought you were gone,” ob- served Frank Marley, as Sledge opened the door of his den after al of the party. “For ing? the disper get Molly on * offered , Marley. think she is stil) in the library. ts “I mean, to be married,” correct- od Sledge. “Not to my knowledge,” replied her father, with a slight frown. “Hub!” grunted Sledge, in satis: faction. “I figure on marrying her myself.” “You!” returned Marley, and the tone was not complimentary For moment he looked troubled; then, will have the final say about “Sure agreed Sledge “Bert Glider leads the bettt don't he?" “I can't discuss thi ny further, Mr, “There ia very little I could do in Sledge,” Marley announced the matt anyhow.” “Good night,” grunted Sledge, and stalked out of the den. He stopped in the door of the library, where Molly and Fern and Bert sat chatting over the unusual party. “Want to ride home, Glider?” he the cries jitney as the reason for curtailment of service and re- These questions were plaguing the residents of the city long before a jitney was ever heard of. to give adequate service since the party had dispersed, took his place in Sledge's machine, and Lists, 21 f STAR—TUESDAY, JUNE 27, -ALDWELL’S opinion that the city can gether may be wholly within the law. for the city to exercise of the electric com- The company’s refusal has given the jitney whatever place it has in the it is the fate of the jitney to pass away, let it die a natural death. It is not right for this big city to kick It to death without mercy. in a deservedly complimentary article upon Mr. Henry Ford’s brains, big-heartedness and splendid business policy, an- “He has a business organization and a plant that $200,000,000 wouldn't buy. He has $49,000,000 cash in banks. He has over $30,000,000 worth SEO OCOCOOUEIOUK 8 AIMCO UC OUCIOE O66) OGE DNOOCCOO OOOO OOCMDE 2000 0NINIE INGO X00 608 X 2000 ae the usual silence, 1916. PAGE 4 of raw materials on hand. assembly plants in the la automobiles EDITORIAL PAGE OF THE SEATTLE STAR He has many millions of rger cities of the country. a day and has a personal net income of over $100,000 a day.” Henry Ford is about the finest fellow who ever got togethér more than is, ordinarily, good for any individual to have, teresting to know his reason for not quitting. High tho prices are, Solomon himself would have to study and there’s fact that this money which Ford pockets daily is taken from others. erder to wisely spend $1 Wily William get 3 politician. Had Roosevelt accepted the progressive nomination, making it a three- cornered sprint, and a practical walkover for Wilson, Bryan had some cards up his sleeve ready to slip into the democratic deck at St. Louis. race is likely to be a close one, he is a good enough loser to refrain from load- ing any extra weight on t Just about the time his political star is noticeably dimming, he yanks out that old renunciation rag and polishes it up nearly as bright as new. 00,000 every day Bt BRYAN may be considerably too pacific to suit the big m as well as a chronic trouble maker, as has been charged, but you cannot way from the fact that he is a rattling good democrat and an ace-high he donkey. Bryan has a w got to hand it to Bill, whether you like him or not. “A TALE OF RED ROSES” CHAPTER VIL. vers in 4EDGE cut short the tnctptent Bert GNdor found her there, right to expect from the reticent Business Trick je taoac bait & despot until S hysteria by picking up Bob by| “Molly, you're carrying this! boss To his’ surprise, however, | Marley walked Into Sledge’s little Lem found yo ned a two the neck, returning to the/Siedge joke too far!” he botly| Sledge talked, back room, and found, with the spot—that was all. door, and booming into the night. [charged “Molly—" and he ad-| "Groat party Molly had," ob-| Big Boy and Bendix, a tall stranger, Mike | Yanced toward her, served the donor of the fireworks who was introduced to him by the and the murte and the passes and name of Borram the red roses. “A feverish Bort. you all the credit for it” “She can have anything she wants,” stated Sledge “I'm going to marry ber.” “Did sho say eo? inquired Bert, stared and humiliated. “Not yot." acknowledged Pledge. “She's thinking It over.” “Ob Mewved, and smiling tn the darknews | He bad a good one on Mollie, “What time am the morning about that property?" he inquired, determined not further to discuss the lady. “Eleven o'clock.” Bert went into the house, half amused and wholly vered. It might be very funny to see this blundering big boor making a fool of himeelf, but the joke was on tirely rutned by the fact that at the same time he was making 6 fool of everybody olae. Bert determined Molly had either to accept him finitely to turn him loose. The absurdity of hav fog Sledge for a rival was too much to endure. He went to his office next morn tng and called up Moily “May I come out?” he demanded. “No,” Grawied a languid votce, “But, Molly, | must see you,” he seriously tnsisted. “It's tmpon- ant.” “It always ts,” she laughed “What's {t about this time?” “Oh, the same old thing.” acknowledged; “only more so.” You're crowding them closer together,” chided Molly. “More over, this ts the first time by tele phone, I think.” “I didn’t mean ft to be #0,” he apologized, “You've trapped me into {t, and taken away any chance I might have of persuasivencss. Now I suppose {t will be the same old answer.” “Not necessartly,” was her as tounding reply, in the same sleepy drawl. “What!” be gasped success,” he “Yea.” “Yeu what? he confusedly de- manded “IT will, Say, Bert, I don't Ifke the all-platinum gettings. I like the fold with the platinum prongs. Size six and a half.” “I'm cheated,” he earnestly com- plained. “There are certain for malities which I am keenly miss ing. I'm coming out.” Palace Hip = Offers You TOMORROW 6 VAUDEVILLE ACTS Chas. Reilly & Co. n “The Good Shepherd of County Mayo” The Mozarts World’s Only Snowshoe Dancers Don and Patty “The Sailor and the Maid” Betty Stokes The Girl with the Voice and the Smile Texico & Co. In a Series of Dances eee Barton and Wilson The Mr. and Mrs. of Classy Comedy anny And a Feature Photoplay Hoyt’s “A Temperance Town” Matinees 1:30 to 5 p, m. Evenings Continuous 6:30 to 11 p. m Matinees Eves and Sun. Any \10c Seat 15c Program Changes Wednesdays and Sundays | ment,” I to see you tn! think, Porson | thing.” | | “The Porson tract tt | “Just talking about you agreed hailed Bendix. “Molly te inclined to give; that we need a new amusement Marley,” “Mr, Borzam thinks park, and has beard a rumor of the Ridgewood Avenue extension. Do you think that would be better for, the car company than a eub-| divieton ? “I douty it,” pronounced Marley. “A subdfvinion, by attracting peo | Ble from the center of the city.) returned Bert, mech re| makes new bustness.~ “That might be a tater develop said Bendix. “Just pow, I) tho, the Porson tract is the/| is, then,” agreed Bormam “I'll ses the owner of tt whenever you say.” Bendix looked at Sledge. “This afternoon,” consented the bons. In the meantime, Bort Giider, bis whole beartog alive with the ola tion of a man who has just been acoepted by the most popular girl tm hin eet, marched Jauntily in. “I'm all ready to take over that Porson tract,” be announced. — swang ponderously, factng 1m. “I want to tell you something,” he warned. “I'm going to marry Molly Marley.” “So you told me last night,” re turned Bert, suppressing a icker “But really, Mr, Sledge, what has that to do with the Porson tract?” “Tl! rub ft tn,” kindly offered Sledge. “If you get tn my road! with Molly, I'l! wipe you out.” “I understand.” Bert wa clever man, and he knew tt. “Do| you suppose Bendix will be in in half an hour?” Ub—huh,” granted Sledge. “Ill return in that time,” promised Bert, and hurried out, complimenting himself as he went on his own shrewdness, He hurried down to the Hotel Abbot, where he was lucky enough to find Bozzam working furiously over & prospectnes of the proposed new amusement company. “Well, It's all wettied.” declared Bert. “I'll have that Porson prop. erty in my possession this after noon.” “Ll wouldn't close today at any price,” responded Bozzam. “I want & thirty-day option.” Bert was silent, and for the seo- ond time that morning bad an idea. “What will you give me for a thirty-day option?” he tnquired. “Five hundred dollars.” “Over and above the purchase price? _, Well, yes,” consented Bozzam me five thousand five hundred in all “All right,” agreed Wert, ana went out smiling. He was a bril Mant chap; full of ideas! Ho hurried back to Sledge's of. fiee, where he found Bendix, and going over to the courthouse, they spent the next hour deeding the Porson estate to the shrewd young See Us = See Better DON’T PAY EXORBITANT PRICES OUR OFT NCL 2] gold-filled. frame, all for elghty-five cents, vestigate, WE SELL east Dia you ever see our double- vision glasses? ‘They are #0 made that the two visions are in one glans, belng both for tar and near aight. C 28 | | Come and tn jinto his den at | heart Co; 4 Prob but it would be mighty in- By mati, monthe, Entered dollars’ He worth of big | turns out 2,000 | hard in no disputing the majority, But as the y with him. You’ve Geo. Randeloh Chester - Novel Week! ot, by the Morrill! Co. 1 eects ae | Teal estate speculator, who, after a secret passages in the big thug’s | up twenty thousand dollars for the privilege. This ceremony concluded, Bert ‘hurried down to the telephone, but | did not walt to have Molly called He only directed the maid to tell) her he was coming straight out. ee Frank Marley, when he walk into bis own residence, called Molly the end of the ball “Molly, I with to speak with you | feriously,” he observed. “What ts the matter? she tn- | quired, instantly concerned. Pledge,” ho replied. Sho sat down, and ushed, “Ho has been speaking of mo,” she surmised. Her father admitted {t, her cheeks with ber quiet tone. “He jtremely anxious to marry you, Molly.” “And are you in favor of such a marriage?” she asked, so dispas- stonately that he mentally compli- mented her on her good senan. “Well, yes,” he said again. “I'm not!" she blazed. “It may seem crue! In me to Interfere with any of your business plans, but it in too Inte to dispose of me.” She sailed out of the room, and wae confronted by the finshed and excited Bert Glider. “I aay, Molly,” he blurted, “have you told any one of our engage ment?” “Why?” she returned, wondering at bis anxiety. “Well, I'll tell you,” he chuckled. “A great stunt has turned up. You know, I bad a dicker on with Sledge. I went to him to close it, after I telephoned you my heart and band, and he had the nerve to tell me that I'd better stay out of the deal if J didn’t keep away from you, Molly, I beat him at his own fame. I closed the deal with him, and immediately gave a thirty-day option on the property. All have to do, for me to make a five. thousand-dollar profit, is to keep our engagement & secret for thirty days.” Molly opened her eyes tn amare- ment. “Why didn’t you tell me our en- fagement was a business deal?” she suddenly flared. “I'm sorry to be the bearer of sad news. You're broke!” “Broke!” he exclaimed. have you done?” “Only told Willie Walters,” she carelessly stated. “I've promised him the ‘scoop’ since forever. Is that the Blade you have in your pocket?” She took ft, still folded, from where he had thrust it unopened just before he stepped on the car. She opened {t, and displayed to Bert's shocked eyes Willie's gleeful, three-column, {Illustrated announce- ment of the engagement Hert groaned. Tho telephone bell “What rang. “Mr. Sledge, Misg Molly,” said the maid. “Not here,” returned Molly, and laughed “Tl answer,” offered Bert, and she followed him in wonder to the telephone, “Who ia this?” rasped the voice of Sledge “Bert Glider.” “Oh, it’s you, is it? What's this I see in the Blade about you and Molly?” “It’s a mistake,” said Bert When he returned from the tele- phone, Molly dropped six diamond rings into his hand. “Don't any of them fit?” he asked regretfully. “Go home,” him. Bert tried for a solid hour to slip the largest of the diamonds on her finger, but was giving up in despair when Fern came running she haughtily advised in with the home edition of the| Blade. The picture of Molly was the| same as the one in the noon issue. but, from the panel formerly oc cupied by Hert, gloomed the funere. al features of Sledge, and the three. | column announcement had spread until it now covered the front page, at the top of which ran an intensely black line declaring that Sledge de- nied Molly's engagement to Bert. Molly grabbed all six rings, and put them on her fingers. “T'm part of the deal, Bert! she exclaimed, “No, you can’t kiss me!” Glider left Molly in a high state | of elation because Molly was now and soul with him tn project of fooling Sledge. “T'll bring you his goat at the the} political history which I will pass over to the Blade, and Willie Wal- ters will attend to the rest.” Bert, planning big things in the ay of revenge upon Sledge, rode wntown, and swaggered into the! mmercial Club, where Dicky Rey |nolds and Wee Willie Walters were finishing a three-hour fight at bil ards. At two o'clock Bert was circum- spect enough to acknowledge that this was the saddest night of his Mfe. At two-thirty, he was led to confess that he still had bopes. At three o'clock he was promising invitations to the great event, which, tho deferred, must certainly | transpire, in spite of Ben Sledge. As this interesting stage of his party occurred in the Occident sa- Jloon, several of sert’s friends! warned him that he was talking} | too much, but Bert protested that he was a free-born American cit!- ren. The yellow-haired bartender o: the Occident, who carried Sledge's stetn of beer in to him next morn- ing, laughed as he set it down. “Bert had a@ fine dill on last nigbt,” he observed. “Celebrating,” Blondy went on “Think I'll have to enftch on him a little, Chief He's passing you a double X.” w'" protested Sledge. right, maybe you know,” in- sisted Blondy. “Just the same, he claims the girl's wearing the ring. It's & secret engagement, until he/| ean throw the books into you on that Porson property.” Sledge put a fresh rose in his buttonhole, and went to the tele phone, He tmpressed Mina so much with the Importance of his mersage that Molly consented to talk with him,| mainly because she had determined | P¢: to stop bis annoyance. “Hello!” she said rather crisply into the telephone. “Well, 'm wise,” Sledge bluntly informed her, “Bert has babbled.” that he has an wut of city, one your, 2.50; 6 0; Be per month ap te @ By carrier, ety, 260 © month. second clase matter jin her voice of our manufacture. ttle, Wash., postetfire ae “1 don't understand,” faltered Molly, “Come off!” seorned Sledge. “Bert blowed the whole works, He picked out the Occident to do it, You're still engaged Suppose we are retorted Molly angrily, “What are you go ing to do about it? “Bmash him,” stated Sledge. “T told him I would. He'll be smashed in five minutes.” “I dare you,” threatened Molly, “You're a corker!” chuckled Sledge, delighted with the defiance You goana get back at me, bub “Hert will!” she promised. can put you in Mr. Sledge.” “He the penitentiary, What!” he rumbled, “That pin- head! Good-bye.” “Walt a minute!” she hastily stopped him, to do “Call up the Blade.” “The Blade! My name mustn't go in the paper.” ‘Sure not,” Sledge comforted her. “They've already got their orders about that. I'll just tell ‘em the new amusement park will be on Lincoln Road The Ridgewood Avenue extension’s off, and so ts Bert.” “And eo are you if Bert tells what he knows out the public funds investment!” she triumphantly told him. “What are you going CHAPTER VIL . The Society of Politics The governor's ball being consid- ered by common consent the first social gun of the season, everybody who was anybody made it a point to be there and compare artillery. Molly Marley, in the first breath- ing moment after the grand circle of tntroductions, led Fern about the stately modern mansion with an air of proprietorship, for this was her second visit, and she displayed with glee the conservatory foun tains, the marble swimming pool, the pipe organ, the outdoor sleeping rooms, and the sunken gardens, “It's a dream,” declared Fern, with awed enthusiasm. “Wouldn't you like to own « wonderful place Mike this, Molly?” “It would be nice,” Molly of mitted. The girls were having the time of their lives at the party. Molly, always @ favorite, danced every dance, and her guest was accorded hardly less attention. Just off the governor’s Mbrary was a small room, and here Gow ernor Waver, and Senator Allerton, | and Sledge, and Frank Marley gath- ered for a few moments of com- fortable chat. “I am glad to be identified with the enterprise,” avowed State Sen- ator Allerton. “At the same time, ae far as 1 am privately concerned, I can only regard it as a temporary investment.” “Why temporary?” demanded Frank Marley, who Was feeling particularly capable this evening. His hundred and seventy-five thou sand dollars’ worth of street rail- way stock had been increased to two hundred and sixty-two thow sand five hundred. He was to have eighty-seven thousand five hundred | dollars cash out of the undivided surplus of the old company. “The street railway company has always made money, and the city needs additional transportation facilities. We have reached the norma! period of extension, and 1 do not see what | is to prevent us from limitless pros- perity.” “The franchises,” Senator Aller- ton reminded him. “Your present permite have leas than five years to run.” (Continued In Our Next lesue) “KODAK” Is our Registered and common- law Trade-Mark and cannot be rightfully applied except to goods When a dealer tries to sell you a camera or films or other goods \not of our manufacture under the Kodak name, you can be sure inferior article that he is trying to market on the Kodak reputation. If it isn’t an Eastman; it isn’t a Kodak. Fresh Films and Five-H: end of a pink ribbon,” confidently promised Bert. “I know some Archway Bookstore EASTMAN KODAK CO., ROCHESTER, N. Y¥, KODAK © 4$thojuly our Finishing Service FRANK B, WILSON 224 PIKE ST. a moe Ea