The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 28, 1920, Page 6

he Seattle Star out of atty, the for 800 per month) # montha #1 of Washingt € oF $8.00 per year, $30,000,000 Only a Starter Approximately $75,000, 000 would be required to prepare and pave the 1,516 es of highway in the so-called Carlyon system under referendum bill No. 1./ roposed $30,000,000 bond issue would be but a starter. rty million dollars would pave not to exceed one-half of the 1,516 miles. ve them all would ca aving. QUCH is LIFE! fe going to de quite a surprise Grocer to hear that food have dropped, but, like as By the time the news gets to The will have had a wireless how wholesale prices have : Mp again, and he needn't both @ about changing the price tags. eee ly yet has been able to fis out why it ts that about eight ten best pupils in any school are girls g0 on with the story) teacher, worthy of the finest ‘ef medal, one day conceived a Bcheme for getting all the} Mt the head of the class. thought up a brand new Of examination questions: is Babe Roth? won the world series? is the difference between guard and a right fielder? the heaviest hitter comes to and there's a rumner on third, te it advisable to pass the bat is s southpaw? Dut two boys answered every correctly; these two had @ Mistaken notion that (in reply b Question 4) it would be better 2 the batter, thus throwing into the of the team. de hardly neédless to add that of the girls displayed any amount of knowledge of subject under discussion. Duff was doing his nightly papa, and mamma, and and Aunt Olivia, and Wilbur,” etc. looking up at his dad, he when are you grownup to begin doing Your own | Tm getting tired of hav Fp do it for all of you every * . for congress had long and elaborate speech. to $15.00 an acre, want to «ay, that con- the money market at that and the further fact that there absolutely no demand for land ) any price, I consider the land § well sold. At the very time this land was mg sold, I bought from a private iv’ 163 acres of land for from which was afterward cut 000 fedt of lumber to the acre, this @ single instance, for were thousands of acres of kind of land being offered $2.50 to $3.50 per acre, and gamemen who are now barking over this one little deal, had to buy but not one of ‘had the nerve or confidence state or his country to make Lil this talk about secrecy in the ‘of school land is pute bunk one knows who has ever at- to buy any of it, as the house walls in the county the land is situated are liter. ed with notices, and any pleads lack of notice must ignorance. this particular deal been je to the attention of these same m, who were residents of King at that ‘time, they would 6 more objected than they did to the practice at that time the big timber companies who hiring dummies to file on valu- timber cidims, buying “the from Uncle Sam at $2.50 an from which they afterward t timber valued at from $25,000 000. 7 us try to be fair tn this mat- ir, for we can all remember con in thone trying days, and re of present values, there is gane man but will say that when - Bria sold that land for to $15 an acre, whether to wife or to any one else, he sold ‘More than it was worth at time, ard very evidently it was “more than these men who are “howling 0 loud were them- willing to pay. Carrel, famous New hag part of the heart chicken, which i still But large ll for about $60,000,000, even if the five roads were gh of the system would have to be regraded | anc realigned, and a large part of the highway around the wild Olympic peninsula, for instance, {would have to be cut through dense forests and igraded in entirety. Other = would have to be widened and cleared of the dense abutting forests. Where would the additional $45,000,000 be found? Hither by tapping other road-building funds over a long period, as advocates of the Carlyon bill are now openly advocating, thus preventing the improvement of other greatly needed roads, or by additional bond issues that would require a direct levy for interest and sinking fund. Not improbably both methods would have to be resorted .to. The claim that the Carlyon plan would not impose a bur- den on taxpayers is, therefore, seen to be fallacious and |deceptive, because the next bond issue would have to. be laid directly on all the taxable property in the state, the motor vehicle license fund having been exhausted for 20 years by the first bond issue. Furthermore, the tapping of other road-building funds for the work of clearing, grading, regrading and realigning would come out of direct tax levies. And that is the most hopeful view that can be taken of this extravagant venture. It assumes that the motor vehicle license fees will be continued; that they will stand -possible tests of their constitutionality, and that some succeeding legislature may not greatly reduce the license fees under pressure from automobile dealers and owners, in accordance with the declazed policy of the American Automobile asso- ciation. The $30,000,000 bond issue proposed by referendum bill No. 1 would be only the “ante.” About $45,000,000 ad-| ditional would be needed to “play out the hand.”-—Spokane Spokesman-Review. John Reed A @ispatch from Moscow by way of London announces the death of John Reed in that city, He died of typhus fever, Graduated from Harvard, launched on @ splendid career, married to & deautiful and congenial wife, from his native state of Oregon, tiving in a charming little country home on the Hudson, with friends, and every reason for following the easy road, Reed left the United States and fave himself literally to the cause of freedom, as he conctived it, and as he thoukht it to be embodied in the new Russian movement. He became an exile on the other side of the earth in a foreign coun. try—a country ravaged by war and reduced to wretchednem and famine. A few months ago the dispatches brought the news that John Reed was in prison in Finland. He had attempted to carry dispatches and jewels between Lenine and Lenine’s American representative and was arrested while working as a stoker and thrown into a Finnish prison. Hoe remained there for many montha When finally released, instead of) returning to the easy and comfortable life ef his native land, he returned to Moscow. For many months, Louise Bryant, his wife, tried tn vain to Induce our state department to give her passports which would enable her to join her husband. Fi ly she decided to go, with or without them and is now in Russia. It is not necessary to indorse the economle heresies of the Funnian revolutionary expertinent to pay a merited tribute to our own citizens. Joba Reed believed tn liberty enough to gtve bis Life for liberty. . The New Russia ‘When Rolsheviem falls in Russia, one of four transition perieds will follow. The soviet system may be overthrown and #tili leave Lenine, Trotsky and theif chief subordinates in power, If the soviet leaders become convinced the tide is running overwhelmingly against them, they may invite the antiBolsheviki into the government to form « cbalition ministry. This would be orderty evolution. If the Bolshevik! are expeljed from power, progremive, onlerty de- velopment would still result if the op tion parties could Immediately take over the government, To do this, the revolution would have to be a carefully organized affair, If Bolshevism falls because of a sudden exasperation of the populace, driven © unbearable frenzy thru soviet incompetence, a state of com- plete anarchy may follow with excesses more evil than those of the French revolution, Should the overthrow of the Bolwheviki reult from sheer tnanition, government would cease to opernte nationally and would become strictly local. Russia would become a vaat series of village, town and city administrations, each daing as It liked. Eventually, however, whether anarchy reigns for a time or national government vanishes, Russia will find herself. A great democracy is @estined to occupy that part of the earth. What immediately follows Bolsheviem will be only a stage in the evolutionary process, “How Do You Do?” By their handshakes ye shall know them. ts the gist of pointers given to salesmen of a lafwe concern by Dr. Charles F. Borer, dinector of its personnel. That sdems to be something new under the sun. Charac- tet and trustworthiness as well as other characteristics telegraphed to to the mind by the way of the grip. Boger classifies bis idea into five ways of shaking hands, each of which conveys to his mind something different. The first he character izes as the friendly handshake and he says that the man who gives « full hand and presses his thumb aguinst the back of your hand is social, liberal and a congenial companion. He describes “the economical handshake” as one in which the thumb is not preased down on the back of your hand, and designates that fellow as thrifty, economical to « fault, niggardly, almost miserly, and a poor associate in revelry or amusement. And, dear me, the doctor says that the higher one holds his thumb from the back of the other shaker’s hand, the stingier he is. + - “The secretive handshake” ts contributed by the man who offers the tips of the finger—“sly, secretive, cunning.” Then he says the “indif. ferent handshake” is that of the party “who gtvés you his hand as tho he was laying a piece of wood or brick in 1t.” He characterizes such a man as lacking refinement, easily led and imposed upon. And the fellow with a closed fist, sometimes observed on the platform, is insincere and given to exaggeration. Recognize Mexico Mexico ts at peace. Revolt, below the Rio Grande, ts at an end. ‘ Mexicans are bending evéry effort to preserve peace within the borders of the republic, and with otter nations. Mexico has had her fill of civil wars. Mexico has resumed her one-time habit of working. But Mexico cannot get along without recognition by other govern- ments. It is much as tho the doors of all your neighbors were closed to you; as if all your friends refused to have anything to do with you, despite the fact that you had set your own house in order and were quite willing, to live peaceably and neighborly with others. The United States thus far has refused to recognize the present gov- ernment of Mexico. Naturally many other nations, especially European, | awalt Uncle Sam’s word. They withbold recognition as long as Mexico's nearest and most powerful neighbor treats Mexico as an outlaw. ‘Therefore, it is highly important that the United States government give the present Mexican government the recognition it needa and merits, There is no longer excuse for delay. The period of watchful waiting is over. Mexico han earned the right to be readmitted tnto the neighborhood of nations. Uncle Sam should be the first to realize this. Peace in Mexico “Tt is safe to way,” writes a banker in Mexteo City, “that at no time since 1910 have political conditions been so satisfactory In Mexico.”* Banditry has been eliminated under the new administration. Commer cial activity bas been given a ng and decided impetus by the lack of political wrangling, which, in the Tast decade, led so often to the shedding of blood and destruction of property. “The financial condition of Mexico is markedly better,” declares EL ©. Mostyn, of the Bank of London and Mexico, “Bleeding Mexico” is a better Mexico, Not because she bled, but because she, at last, learned that peace and production is the key to the combina- tion of the safe of prosperity. Gas has been struck in the midst of Buffalo, but tt may be old-fashioned political enthusiasm, so long suppressed, has burst forth, | Popocatepetl ts on the rampage in Mexico. There's one insurgent they can't deport, Flammarion, the astronomer, ts devoting his attention to the honcymoon. | of mere wind, For the following pare pull oat, | heated; ‘springtime figure—why do you look O.HENRY Story a Day Springtime a la Carte Copyright, 1920, by Doubleday, Page & Co.; pudlished by special ar rangement with the Wheeler Byn dicate, Ine. It was a day tn March. Never never begin a story this way when you write one No opening ald possibly be worne. Tt te unimagine tive, Mat, dry and likely to consist graph, which should have tnaugur ated the narrative, is too wildly ex travagant and preposterous to be flaunted in the tee of the reader without preparation, Sarah was crying over the bill of fare. ‘Think of a New York girl shedding tears on the menu card! To account for this you will be al lowed to guess that the lobsters were or that she has ewern ice cream off during Lent, or that he had o1 * or that whe b just come from a Hackett matinee And then, all these theories being wrong, you will please let the story proceed. ‘The gentleman whe announced that the world was an oyster which he with his ewerd would open made 4 larger hit than he deserved. It ls t difficult to open an oyster with & sword, But did you ever notice any one try to open the terrestrial bivalve with a typewriter? Like to wait for a dozen raw opened that way? Sarah bad managed to pry apart the shells with her unhandy weapon far enough to nibble a wee bit at the cold and claramy world within. She knew no more shorthand than uf she bad been @ graduate in stonography Just let slip upon the world by a business college. So, not being able to stenog, she could not enter that bright galaxy of office talent. She was @ freelance type er and canvassed for odd jobs of | pying. The most briltiant and eréwning | feat of Sarah's battle with the world was the deal she made with Schulen-| berg's Nome restaurant, The restau-/ rant was next door to the old red brick in which she hallroomed. One evening after dinner at Schulenbers’s cont, five course table dhote | @erved as fast as you throw the five baseballs at the colored gentic- man's head) Sarah took away with; her the bill of fare. It.was written | in an almost unreadable script neither English nor German, and so arranged that if you were not care| ful you bewan with a toothpick and rice pudding and ended with soup and the day of the week, The next day Sarah showed Sehulenberg a neat card an which the menu waa beautifully typewrit- ten with the vinods temptingly mar wailed under their right and proper heads from “hors doeuyre” to “not responsible for overcoats and unr brelias,” Schulenberg became « natural ined citixen on the «pot. Before Sarah left him she had him willingly committed to an agreement. She was to furnish typewritten bills of fare for the 21 tables in the restat rant—a new bill, for each day's din. ner, and new ones for breakfast and lunch as often as changes ocourred in the food or as neatness required. In return for this Schulenberg was to wend three menle per diem to Sarah's hall room by a waiter—an obsequious one tf ible—and fur nish her each afternoon with a pen ell draft of what Fate had tn store for Schulenberg's customers on the morrow. Mutual mitisfaction resulted from the agreement. Schulendgre’s patrons now knew what the food they ate was called, even if itn nature sometimes puzaied them. And Sarah had food during a cold, dull winter, which was the main thing with her. And then the almanac led, and mid that spring bad come Spring comes when it comes. The frozen snows of January still lay like ad amant in the croms-town streets, The hand organs still played “In the Good Old Summertime,” with their December vivacity and expression. Men began to make 30-day notes to buy Easter dresses. Janitors shut off steam. And when these things happen one may know that the city ie still in the clutehes of winter. One afternoon Sarah shivered tn her elegant hall bedroom; “house scrupulously clean; conven lencem; seen to be appreciated.” She had no work to do except Sehulen berg’s menu cards. Sarah sat in her squeaky willow rocker, and looked out the window. The calendar on the wall kept crying to her: “Spring: me is here, Sarah-—«pringtime is here, I tell) you. Look at me, Sarah, my figures show it. You've got a neat figure yourself, Sarah—a—nice out the window so sadly?” Sarah's room was af the back of the house. Looking out the window she could see the windowless rear brick wall of the box factory on the next street. But the wall was clear- est crystal, and Sarah was looking down a @rassy Jano shaded with cherry trees and elms and bordered with raspberry bushes and Cherokee roses. Spring’s real harbingers are, too subtle for the eye and ear. Some must have the flowering crocus, the wood-starring dogwood, the voice of bluebird—even so grows a reminder as the farewell handshake of the re- tiring buckwhent and oyster before they can welcome the Lady in Green to their dull bosoms. But to old earth's choicest kind there come straight, sweet messages from his newest bride, telling them they shall be no stepchildren unless they choose to be On the previous summer had @ 4@ farmer, (In writing your story never hark back thus. It ts bad art and erip- ples interest. Let it march, march.) Sarah stayed two weeks at Sunny> brook farm, There she learned to love old Farmer Franklin's son Walter, Farmers have been ‘loved and wedded and turned out to grass in less time. But young Walter Franklin was @ modern agriculturist, He had @ telephone in his cow house, Sarah e into the country and loved HUMOR PATHOS ROMANCE and he could figure up exactly what effect next year's Canada wheat crop would have on potatoon’ planted in 4he dark of the moon, It was in thin shaded and rasp berried lane that Walter bad wooed| and won bh THURSDAY, OCTOREN 28, 7979. CENTS and MINUTES BY KROGER W. BABSOSN Mary haa no idea of tima fhe often falls to keep her enm| gagements and is always inte | She doesn't know how to work be |onune she has never learned to plan her time, giving #0 each task. | much time to| She tries to help everyone and do everything, but finishes nothing. If she would only learn to budget And together they had) her time, she could accomplish much sat and woven @ crown of dandelions | more, for her hair, He had itmoders praised the effect of the yellow soms against her brown tresses, anc whe had left the chaplet the: walked back to the house swinging her straw sailor in her hands. | ¥| does it well; Retty maven the minutes, | She plans beforehand what whe te 1 going to do, and then sticks to her and plank | She dors one thing at a time and) then is ready for the They were to marry in the epring next thing that comes her way. = at the very first “signs Walter said, And Sarah o the city to writer, epring, me back nat A knock at the door dimpelted | jor ta. Sarah's visions of that happy day.| A walter bad brought the penell draft of the Home restaurant's neat day fare in old Schulenberg’s| sing angular hand, Sarah sat down to her typewriter and slipped @ card between the roll orm: Bhe was a nimble worker, Gen erally in an hour and @ half the 21 menu curds were written and ready, Today there were more changes on the bill of fare than usual. ‘The soups were lighter; pork was elimin- ated from the entrees, firuring only with Russian turnipe among the roasts, The gracious «pirit of «pring pervaded the entire menu. Lamb, that lately capered on the greening hilleides, wa@ becoming exploited With the muce that commemorated its gambola, ‘The song of the oyster, though not silenced, was diminuendo con amore, ‘The frying pan seemed to be held, inactive, behind the benef: feent bars of the broiler, The ple list swelled; the richer puddings had vanished; the muusnge, with his drapery wrapped about him, barely lingered in @ pleasant thanatopets with the buckwheat and the sweet but doomed maple Sarah's fingers danced like midgets above a summer stream. Down thru the courses she worked, giving each item ite position according to ite length, with an accurate eye. Just above the desserts came the iat of Vegetables, Carrots and peas, asparagus on toast, the perennial tomatoes and corn and succotssh lima beans, oabbage—and then: Sarah was crying Over her bill of, | fare Tears from the depths of some divine despair rose in her heart and #athered to her eyes. Down went her head on the litte typewriter stand, and the keyboard rattied a dry ac-| companiment to her moist soba. Vor she had received no letter from Waiter in two weeks, and the} next item on the bill of fare was dandelions—dandelions with some kind of eg@—but bother the eae}— dandetions, with whose golden blooma Walter bad crowned her his queen of love and future bride-dandellona, the harbingers of spring, her sor row's crown of sorrow—reminder of her happiest days. Madame, I dare you to emile until you suffer this text: Let the Mare chal Niel rones that Perey brought you on the night you gave him your heart be served as a salad with French dressing before your eyes at a Schulenberg table @héte. Had Juliet so seen her love tokens dis honored the sooner would ehe hav: sought the lethean herbs of the good apothecary, But what a witch ts epringt Into the great cold city of stone and tron & meneage had to be sent. There was none to convey it but the little hardy courier of the fields with his tough green coat and modest air. He & « true soldier of fortune, this dent-de-tlion—this lion's tooth, as the | French chefs call him. Flowered, he will assist at lovemaking, wreathed) in my lady's mut-brown hair; young and callow and unblossomed, he goes into the boiting pot and delivers the word of his sovefeign mistress, Ry and by Sarah forced back her tears. The cards must be written. But, still in a faint, golden glow from her dandeleonine dream, she fingered the typewriter keys absent- ly for @ little while, with her mind and heart in the meadow lane with ber young farmer. But soon she came awiftly back to the rock-bound lanes of Manhattan, and the type writer began to rattle and jump like & strikebreaker’s motor car, At 6 o'clock the walter brought her dinner and carried away the typewritten bill of fare, When Sarah she set aside, with @ sigh, the dish of dandelions with its crowning ovarious accompaniment. As this dark mass had been transformed from a bright and lovetndorsed flower to be an ignominious vege table, so bad her summer hope® wilt- od and perished. Love may, a» Shakespeare said, feed on itself, but Sarah could not bring herself to eat the dandelions that had graced, as ornaments, the first spiritual ban- quet of her heart's true affection. At 7:96 the couple in the next room much more spare pound her type) giris; not only that, but mhe has the TOURD | her work until It f# dona ‘The consequence is that time she has than mort | WHY, YGS, THERE ARE A iNTHE NEXT BLocK, DON'T Go INTO HG FIRST ONG, chien of feeling that each of tka has been well done. | She concentrates her thought on ICHANGGS WITHOUT A “THANK Yous Hetty has learned to economixe WANT A SouR STOMACH, GO INTO We often save money cent by cent. ‘The way to save Ume is minute by minute, One of the best ways to do thin tn! to do one thing at a time, and do it well before flitting to something else. farmer came up, three at a Jump and reaped and garnered her, hing left for the gleaners. "Why haven't you writtep—oh, why?” cried Sarah “New York ts « pretty Jarge town,” enid Walter Franklin. “T came in a week ago to your old address. I found that you went away on a Thursday That consoled some; it eliminated the possible Friday bad luck. But ft didn't prevent my hunting for you with police and otherwise ever since” “I wrote” enld Sarah, vehemently. “Never got itm | “Then how did you find met | ‘The young farmer smiled a spring: time «mile. | “I dropped into that Home restan- [rant next door this evening,” said he. “I don’t care who knows it; I like A dish of some kind of greens at this time of the year, I ran my eye |down that nice typewritten bill of fare Jooking for something in that line, When I got below cabbage I turned my chair over and hollered for the proprietor. He told me where you lived.” “I remember,” sighed Rarah, hap- pily. “That was dandelions +elow cabbage.” “I'd know that cranky capital W ‘way above the line that your type writer makes anywhere in the world,” said Franktin. ; “Why, there's no W in dandelions,” waft Sarah in wurprine. ‘The young man drew the bin of fare from hin pocket and pointed to & line. Sarah recognized the firet card she bad typewritten that afternoon. There was etiil the ryed splotch in the upper right-hand corner where ® tear had falien. Mut over the spot where one should have read the name of the meadow plant, the cling- | Ing memory of their golden biossome j had allowed her fingers to strike | strange keys. | Between the red cabbage and the! “DEAREST WALTER, HARDROILED §GG." began to quarrel; the man in the room above sought for A on his flute; the gas went a litte lower; three, coal wagons started to unload—the | only sound of which the phonograph is jealous; cata on the back fences slowly retreated toward Mukden, By | these #igns Sarah knew that it was time’ for her to read. She got out| “The Cloister and the Hearth,” the best nonselling book of the month, settled her feet on her trunk, and began to wander with Gerard, The front door bell rang, The land. lady answered it. Sarah left Gerard and Denys treed by @ bear and lis- tened. Oh, yes; You would, just as she did! And then a strong voice was heard in the hall below, and Sarah jumped for her door, leaving the book on the floor and the first round easily the bear's, You have guessed ft, the top of the stairs VOTE FOR REAL AMERICA! \ The Demand of Today I Gue win |i ' ||THe SECOND PLACE s, i 3k i fe My Wo If not satisfied my patiénts are invited to return office, and it is a policy’which is appreciated by my ; CLEANJANESS AND SANITATIG G ientele. Sseseeeeceeeanepsnepaen sa eee as Noughtful and Particular People Office Is FECONOMY Today my office is charging you prices far below those den- tists operating under expensive methods. Expensive methods mean a one-man office with a big over- d—who sends his laboratory ork out, thus dividing his profig, and is compelled to buy matefal in small quantity. I wegfou this, fd Material Mothers can s@qd their children knowing that they will e careful attenticr. This is a demonstration 0@ that confidence which speaks volumes for m\service and methods. IS MY SS Sdnitation ce UARANTEE TO YOU . $10.00 . $1.00 Obey that ever-insistent impulse and visit Dr. Wilson today. Examination Free. Dr. J . T. Wilson Lady Attendants, 810¥, First Ave., Opposite Colman Bldg. — Elliott 1833, By CONDO CouPLS OF THEM Trar Bir CF PARS ts { RIGHT, BUT THEY HAVGS ONE OF THese COLD QUGENS THAT SLAP DOWN “XOUe iP You DON" tis u of . eaeurpeupepeseseaauas