The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 4, 1919, Page 6

Sa TNR SRST anal iietinneneonp nena eames ae te tae ae sateen ccepemnseestietcibitatintidl if aa a ; -you determine to remove the hirsute adornment. find this doesn’t stop the kidding. As a matter of fact,| AR—FRIDAY, APRIL The Seattle Star | | | Ry mati, ont of city, S06 per month; 3 months, | $1.50; & months, $2.75; year, $5.00, in the | | Btate of Washington, Outside the state, TSe per month, $4.50 for ¢ months or $9.00 per year. Ky carrier, efty, [fe per week. Army canteen figures, recently compiled, show that | 95 per cent of the enlisted men smoke; some 80 per cent prefer the cigaret; the rest cling to the old dudeen, despite its many disadvantages; as those who have tried to nest an eight-ounce pipe in a form-fitting uniform may testify. Where on earth have the old-time Americans gone? We refer to the generation that partook of eating tobacco. From colonial days the quid was the American brand. Our English visitors, who came over and gazed upon our spittoons, went home duly impressed, and some of the brightest chapters in foreign books of travel of the day were those dealing with the American backwoodsman's ability to drown the slyty peering rat in his corner 40 rods, or was it feet, away? What has become of the old-fashioned saint, who sat in the amen corner and browsed on his cud thru the ser- vice with nary one spit? Can it be that the rural stoves no longer hiss thru the winter nights? Are the relative merits of fine cut, and honey dew twist, and natural leaf, and cabin hunk no longer discussed by experts? Has one of our fine old pioneer customs gone, never to return? We hope not, we hope not. They are taking too durn much of the simple, solid, homely, old wool out of our na- tional weave and leaving us with a lot of shoddy. Chin whiskers and eating tobacco; how that combina- tion appealed to our boyhood imagination, and how up- stage we strutted on our little native heath when we shed a front tooth and could squirt corn silk juice almost as far) as gran’pap. i And to our mind, even yet, there is a benignity, a homely dependability, aye a Christian friendliness, about the town squire, with his egg-sized cud nested down be- hind his whiskers. He was a plain, simple citizen who had in him no guile, Picture him in spats, with a cigaret! We hope the boys get back home before their manners are entirely corrupted, and they lose all taste for the native, humble pleasures of the countryside. Raising a Mustache It takes a brave man to raise a mustache. When you first hesitate and then desist when it comes to shaving your upper lip and the sprouts spring up as ragged as the weeds in a brick walk, then your friends nudge each other and grin broadly when they meet you. Your family looks at you with sorrowful eyes and cringes when you jauntily caress the segments of down and remark that you certainly are breaking all’ records for the quick accumulation of foliage. You become the butt of constant kidding, You fur- “nish large bunches of enjoyment for your friends. The favorite form of witticism indulged in by your friends is along these lines: “Why the disguise? So you're raising alfalfa now? Of course you want to hide that face of yt ad : After about three or four weeks of this sort of a life But you flares up more strongly than ever. friends, “so you cut off your mustache to make yourself look younger? That's right, old top, make yourself as young as possible—you're slipping fast!” It takes a mighty brave man to raise a mustache an —to shave it off! The Human Pig Sty The threats for jobless and migratory workers. Listen to what a British newspaper says: pled by the working classes tn this country are a disgrace to humanity, and the men who built them in the late Victorian age were in effect litte better than homicidal maniacs. London would be a better place to live in if half its overgrown minor suburbs could be pulled down and rebuilt on towns in Yorkshire, Lancashire, and Scotland. “No wnoder,” said a Frenchman once, “that Britons are so recklessly brave in battle; they but the remedy lies in our own hands. All of this is perfectly true, as any student of work-} _ ing class condition knows. And it is just as true of America as of England. Substitute New York, Chicago and Boston for the crowded British cities and slum districts, and the holds. anata REMEDY LIES IN OUR OWN HANDS. In its reconstruction program the American Federation of Labor urges: J The government should inaugurate a plan to build model homes and & low rate of interest and under favorable terms to build thelr own homes Credit should also be extended to voluntary non-profit making housing and joint tenancy associations. States and municipalities should be freed from the restrictions p enting their undertaking proper housing projects and should be permitted to engage in other necessary enterprises relating thereto. The erection and maintenance of dwellings where migratory establish a system of credits whereby the workers may borrow money at| | | a |be unemployment question, brought to the fore by should be taught in every Sunday school of rioting in Buffalo, N. Y., once more raises sharp- jand every human being ly the issue of housing and the need of housing facilities|should pray for it. | better lines, and what holds true of London is even more true of many | nations, workers may find lodging and nourishing food during periods of unem.| should be encouraged and supported by municipalities. If need should arise to expend public funda to relieve unemployment, * the building of wholesome houses would best serve the public interests. In this row between the Jugo-Slave and Italy, jus- tice will doubtless consist in giving the most to the side able to make the most trouble if given the least. Men of the A. E. F. are forming an association of veterans. If the boys all join, they will have to hold the reunions in Texas to get elbow room. “I have but one merit, that of never despairing,” says Foch. You have that one of never bragging, Marshal. Hambury seamen refused to bring out the ships demanded by the allies. Probably a habit learned on battleships at Kiel. If nations are suspicious of one another now, what will they be when this morning-after righteousness wanes? There can be no peace while Italy is fuming about Fiume. All suffering humanity wants is less of What it has been having. The tax om luxuries is well enough. Now let us have a taz on loafing, = in REAL LITER ATURE — THe CIRCUS DODGER. (Cappaght, ork, ty MT Wetnten) A SUMPTUOUS, Mowe” ,UMIQUE, SPECTACULAR. STREET CARNIVAL AT 100 CLOCK A.M.,PRECE DING FIRST EX MBrriom , AMONG THE MArty MARVELS OF Ths GREAT PROCESSIONAL DISPLAY ARE A TEAM OF 20 CAMELS HARNESIED % a GORGEOUS FLOAT Ano DRIvert By ONE Mart, A TEAM OF HARNESSED BLEPHANTS Moving A MAMMOTH TABLEAU. WAGON, A FOUR itt HAND HITCH: UP OF ZE BRAS, THE SUPPOSEDLY ONGREAKABLE FAMILY OF THe EQUINE GROUP, UNGER PERFECT ConTRoL OF THEIR ORWER, THESE BEAUTIFULLY FasHioreo, RICHLY DECORATE », LANISHLY DRAPE, GEM ~ STUDOED AND GOL O- BURNISHED PLOATS OF STATE, CHARIOTS OF Conquest Anp TABLEAU Y OF ACTORY ‘SHOW I MAGNIFICENT PAnoRAnnc REWEW A SUMPTUOUS INTERNATIONAL GATHER. OF THE CROWNED HEADS AND SCEPTERED RULERS OF THE WORLD, THE OPULENCE OF ORIENTAL RATANS , AMEERS, PASHAS, CALIPHS SHEIKS, MIKADOS ,MUF TI, BARBARIC TRIBE CHEERS AND SAVAGE DESPOTS —~ me | | ae. An Appeal_to Ry DR. FRA’ (Copyright, (1 hereby release all rights to the copyright of this | article and request all chureb papers to publish it) The greatest question before the world to- | day, and before this nation, is the Teague | of nations. Efforts are being put forth to make it | a partisan issue, but it is not and cannot | juggled into a partisan question. It has not the slightest relations with | ‘or bearings upon either the republican or democratic party as such. It is a national | question. And it is a religious question. It is one | \that ought to be taken up by every church, | jevery preacher should preach upon it, it | | that prays at all Because it &ncerns humanity, | Because it is the first intelligent con- | It is not exaggeration to say that a large number of the houses occu-|certed effort of the governments of the |world to make provision not for war but for the death of war. This does not imply that the league of as formulated by the world coun- | cil at Versailles, will be perfect. It will! would sooner die in France than live in England, and who that has seen|be human, and therefore imperfect. / ‘an English slum can blame them*’ There was some truth in the sarcasm; But it will be a beginning, and we never ‘before have begun. A No matter how incomplete the |draft of this world alliance may be, no man |who is not an enemy of the human race | should utterly condemn and oppose it, but every man should do what he can to im- prove it. It is the first deliberate effort of the rulers of earth to redeem mankind from the Churches K CRANE 1919, by Frank Crane) the curse of war, Russia, of starving Serbia and Armenia and of wretched Germany rise up to God in a united appeal that war shall be no more. From innumerable homes in America, Great Britain, France and Italy is heard also the wail of “Rachel mourning for her children and refusing to be comforted, be- cause they are not.” Therefore every minister shquid preach the league of nations as zealously as any Turk ever proclaimed a holy war. Every Jewish rabbi should advocate it, be- cause it stands for the realization of those! principles of benevolence which are the vitality and charm of his ancient faith. Certainly every Christian minister should be a flaming apostle for this new covenant, for its very aim is to save that world for which Christ died. It is the first act of statesmen ever based upon as broad a foundation as Christian missions. that the mothers of the world hereafter may be spared the torture which the stupid ambitions and governments of men have inflicted upon this generation. And if the mothers of America will but first | unite in earnest prayer it will matter but, narrow and scheming politicians. If the church of God cannot speak now in no ungertain tones upon the most tre- mankind, then let the church forever after: hold her peace. Pees ize INDIAN for South Dakota. ‘LOBBYISTS FOR PEYOTE ~ These Osage Indians, who came to Washington to plead for their sacred herb, peyote, which they say is essential to thelr worship, but which congress was told was used to get drunk on, viewed the wonders of the capital city for a week, then had their pictures taken and “beat it” And here they are. -By Webster. | The cries of distracted | rt ing to Deputy After having lived in own On the Issue of Americanism There Can Be No Compromise Starshells A MOOD IN MADNESS Would that I might be A clam in the nea, In the whadow of a stone. Alone, WHY DON’T THEY COME HOME? Hditor The Star: I read the article in The Star “why?” ments that it expr entitled And I heartily agree with the renth I had been s home and ff it wor alone boy they do not send our an neces I did not know what to doto & sary for them to sta bring the state of affairs that exists over there to tlie uth Garrison combed her hair yesterda Prosecutor Carmody ar the years, ¥, tice of the public kitchen and cooked hi H. Langdon, 76-yearold relatives He Sieliin tor 90 I have not any “over there,” but I have menta for 2 went over Bellingham farmer, divorced his wife, who ® in the one very dear friend. with the 318th iving room and nagged What does the man | engineers and has be in France ever since the lith expect? He had the best half of the house by far of May—enlisted for the duration of the war. Former City abolished position, He didn’t mind when they he says, but now that it i» all over it is the uncer were fighting so muel Accountant Charles Le Grave, of the vey didn't account for resentment from the comptroller’s office for his eriticism of their | tainty of what they are going to do and that together |books, which only goes to show how an expert ao | with the hardships which they have is almost too jcountant can occasionally fall down on the Job. If! Much for even strong, healthy American boys. Is tt [he had taken this into account, he might, it seems; |... wonder that thelr spirits begin to weaken? stelle A ts toe nate ee al The following is a passage from a letter which 1 . ji bs . received and which was written y 12 i Ruth Garrison chewed the tip of a dainty finger Wei, Eialen, 1 often wenden wii are doing en) ae See these long winter I am on the same old Job, traight abead of her 40 infantry 1 and as the I have n and @ squad (seven) of eng neers under me, a long stretch of road it keeps rounds 1 am not feeling very well lately. ed on her tiny cot, Ruth Garrison aeattere are 4 over quite making the with her eyes aa THE MELANCHOLY MUSE You nee, that \. | | P The day of doom éraws near, makes it just a little worve Univerwal near beer We are sleeping in an old horse barn now. There Placid, fiat, devoid of cheer is not stove end perhaps you-ean imagine the temper. | Oh, dear’ ature of those brickg when the snow is six inches deep é ee ! on the ground. | We are fille with admiration for this fellow “We work, rain or ebine, and as there is no pla Jalleged to have obtained elght quarts of pure dry | to ary our clothes, we have to let them dry on us. lequad whisky from Chief Warren, representing him | 7 am lying on the floor now writing to you, and I self as a merchant marine officer and saying he | needed the whisky a colossal brain, a migh leet “DON'T TIE A MAILSACK ON THE ATLANTIC FLYERS OR THEY NEVER WILL guess I'll have to quit soon, for my fingers are too stiff to write “Do the newspapers menti us over here Don't forget write I am so lonely haven't heard from home for about a month. for sick sallors. miné A ma intel \ n how they are treating to for I GET OVER + There's much discussion about flapping across the Well, I will have to close because of scarcity of jAtlantic in a wind wagon. They'll do it yet. Unless | paper. I was up to the Y. M. C. A. but couldn't cet |a sack of mail is hung on the air cart. Then it will | any more. If people only know the Y. M. C. A. ax I be “forced to descend” in a meadow of waves do they wouldn't praise it so much. Funny how a “Give my regards to your mother. With love to cloud buggy can | all, JOHN.” fo Up and cro- This is only a sfmnple of the letters that the boy chet the air with | send home. |yump l|acrous the puddle. he wi |the whale pool in his overgrown wooden shoes, and lamped a two-story winged house rubbing elbows with the double chin clouds Pp ae the briny pond the attorney for the defense, as to whether he had a permit to sell the gun, the witness answered that he Wy a a nat ps a tee Oe a is aor tile had no permit, This it seems to me is a confession pow : “gr The ved a Long live the | °f Violating the law pertaining to the sale of firearms, joome tO 08 3 wa " and as far as I am aware nothing was done by the aha. see authorities to punish this man. ae eee aay Promiscuous selling of firearms ought to be stopped : on a ee ee atutf. Bverh | s. this city. I believe if the law was strictly enforosl =e A . | murders would be greatly reduced. If the district attor- a ney would make a few examples of violators of the Mra. jabout |Ole Hanson, of Senttle. | However alr thi appea |than Did you know that a sheep, when it gets down on i lit# back, can't get up? mendous moral question that ever faced |friend of ours says Russia reminds him of a down | sheep. | We wish to heartily thank Dr. Williams, Mr. and brother for the kindness, patience, courtesy and will- ingness to help shown on last Tuesday at the birth of our son.—Mr, and Mrs, William Glogas.—Pava, Iil., Lance. | The cashier is always the best looking man in the | exploration cylinder, that left Mars from the Main Ob- |wervatory grounds three days ago, and was successively attracted by a meteorite and rammed the moon from the dark side en route to the earth. ‘The cylinder arrived safely at the outer circle of the earth's atmosphere. ‘to the earth, High Doctor of Degrees Martian X-1T1 And’ every mother should pray for it,|*"¥s that he saw « furiously energetic figure dashing cylinder to plumb the present, it is directly over | little what may be the machinations of {phere like an auto in Pacific highway mud. | fancy work for a bunch of hours, but when a sack | of mail is taken i In another letter he says: “I don't know when I'll get home. Things don't look very promising just now. I have been looking over the list and up until July 1 we are not listed up, the zephyr! go. Just got @ report that we are to go ir 6 chariot goes many soon, and there is another report that may bioole and has to | go into Siberia, but nothing is sure. that is the nose down. Any- | worst of it—the uncertainty.” how, we've got I don’t suppose that it will do any good, but I felt two methods al-| that 1 must write to The Star, and at least it will ready for cross | show people what is really going on over there, and it ing the salt gar- | is really quite a relief just to tell some one about it gle. On top, and | all, Oh, it's awful! MISS HELEN HOOKER, under it. Now Irondale, Wash. we're trying to a it. Quite a twist since Columbus first drifted Imagine his amazed eyebrows if tonsing over SALE OF GUNS Editor The Star: In one of your issues of last week you printed the testimony of the pawnbroker who is alleged to have sold the gun to Gottstein, the defendant on trial for murder, and in reply to the question by ere around the doings these days POLICE, AS bi ad NOT ON THE | cuncelling law it would act as a deterrent to such | dealers, who look upon the law as a joke. | I would suggest that a law be enacted prohibiting | the sale of guns by a private concern. The selling | of firearms ought to be done directly by the city | authorities. Yours for law and order. A READER. lL. Klain, brothersinlaw, sistersinjiaw and VACCINATING BY FORCE Editor The Star: The health board is pumping a virulent poison into the veins of perfectly healthy |place o ~* least one day of the week. } eee boys and girls in the public schools under a theory * FOREMOST AMERICANS that has been discarded by probably half of the Henry Cabot Lodge—the man who started the | medical profession itself, and acting under an unm =~ jthird term boom for Wilson American law that has just been repealed by the © see legislature. Ruth Garrison is a murderer, and should ETHERGRAM FROM MARS iget the limit, but at that, she is not one per cent | SOLAR, CANAL, April 3.—A new difficulty has | 4% bad as the ones who are poisoning our children larisen to confront the interplanetary party in the by wholesale. If you think I am a crank, get the standard medical journals for the past five years and read selves. some of the evidence of the doctors theme” A READER. WANTS HER SON Editor The Star: I am very thankful to you for | your kindness towards our soldier boys, and I am | glad to know that we have men of your kind. My son isn't a brain specialist, but he can work with his hands, and brains too, He is like myself. He belfeves in live and let live, and I am glad of it. He doesn't make a practice of working other fellows, and he is nobody's pet, so that is why there is plenty of work for him. I understand that everybody with brains and hwvts must work there as well as here, but now ‘that the war is over, I say my boy belongs to me. A MOTHER. In describing the approach the planet, and recognized it as that of Mayor the cylinder finds resistance in the heavy at surrounds the earth, thru which its inhabitants r to move with ease, yet which seems heavier Martian near-beer, The question is, how is the and make a descent? At Tacoma, stuck in the atmos- MAUD! SENTIMENT Editor The Star; I don't know what the people of Seattle think of the maudlin sentiment expressed in the daily papers regarding Ruth Garrison, but I know many of us in this vicinity are heartily tired . of it, Todaxr em no more deserving of sympathy than any other mur- derer. Not so much, in fact, as one who commits murder in the heat of temper and who deeply regrets | it afterward “A baby! Nonsense! There are thousands of women of her age who are good and faithful wives BY EDMUND VANCE COOKE and mothers! I do not believe in capital punishment, therefore, do not say, with some, that she should be hung, The Last Prayer | but I do say she should be severely punished instead When I had filled the day with play And sleep was seeping thru my skin, It never seemed quite right at night, Unless my mother tucked me in. For, how the night wind howls and growls of being petted. How harsh the softest pillow seems! NATURE FACTS Suppose that's why a farmer | My sympathy goes out to the poor murdered wife | and her bereaved relatives. | As for Storrs, he is doubtless equally guilty, not | | only of violating the moral code, but of conniving) at the murder, and should certainly not go unpum ished, If such crimes as these two are guilty of are to be condoned, there is no use making laws. Yours for justice. ELSIE COLE WILCOX And how the darkened corner scowls Retsil, Wash, Uniess a mother soothes to dreams! oeneecnneaneenigrnmttichiaeinaectionm I Wis Aa whan. too setibeh event, | To Save Your Time she sent . My dear old dad (who did his best, But scarce I loved his touch as much As mother’s crooning, cuddling breast. It hardly seemed his hand was planned To give that final, dreamy stroke; His kiss would nearly skin my chin, And left an after-whiff of smoke! You Must Spend It ‘ BY THE REV. CHARLES STELZLE ‘There's this difference between time and money; if you would save your money you'll have to hoard it, but if you would save your time, you'll have to spend it. And the more completely your time is spent for worth-while things, the richer you will become, in intel ligence, in character, in power—and in mone, too. For the wise spender of time is soon equipped to earn more money—it will come as quite the natural result of well-spent time And money earned in this way i to become So, sometime I shall dare a prayer nor reekon odd n't nearly as likel¥ t comes thru lucky money-making, a curse as is money t just thru plain, stupid best Which none ne I'm saving up one or request One good-night wish to ask of God For when I'm thru this strife of life, And pulled my shroud about my chin, I'll ask God please to send His Wife To tuck me snugly, softly tn For there are people who know how to make money, but they can't make anything else—ner really enjo¥ the money they've made, excepting in the coarsest, most common fashion, their tastes and desires being purely physical, nothing above their mouths ever baw: dng been truly developed, Pa fe.