The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 24, 1921, Page 6

= 00 Ever and anon, aye even more frequently than that, some handy and disguised dit. writes The Star about the: bunk the politicians peddle. And it is taken for granted that there is something about poli he Seattle By mel, ent of oity, boc per mon! 2 montna, § © of Washington. Outalde o Star onthe, $2.75; year, 800 per | month Publishing Phone Main 0600. s that leads of- fice seekers to mouth platitudes, and formerly,truthful men to promise lies. The answer is, tho the public won't see it, that office seekers give \p flapdoodle _ because we like it; because we expect it, aye, because we demand it. Between the quiet official who has really made good and the canfidate who Promises the impossible we usually choose the latter. _ The assessor has nothing to do with fixing the amount of taxes, nothing to do with official or public budgets and reckless spending, but the public frequently turns and bites the assessor because of high taxes; taxes largely imposed because of bond issues and extravagances that the public voted on itself or permitted county com- missioners to undertake. If an assessor wants certain election let him promise lower taxes; tho he can’t lower taxes at all, at all, and everybody knows it. i We get exactly the sort of government we hanker for, and the only reason the po- ‘Mitical system of this nation so frequently is a disgrace is because the voter at the Or refrains from voting at all, as he does more and more every year. This bunk is spread in the highest places as a matter of necessity, and so we ‘and if the government only paid its bills already incurred when due, and shut up ‘shop entirely, the saving would not enable the average citizen to buy one more suit and yowl for four sad years because the known impossible does not riali; ma- seekers will cease feeding us I'es when we quit demanding them, Success looks easy, but it ts really failures thot are easy. And yet are few failures. Few men go enough to know whether what attempted, what they saw in their vision, would be a failure or oa They never gave their idea a chance. They were simply beat- en by the initial difficulties, and Hever got as far as the real problem. What they attempted has often been @ success when taken in other hands. If men were not s0 casily beaten, if they could not give up so readily, if they believed enough in their vision to stay with it to the end, just as Wey stay with their families, there be very few failures. It is fear that ails men. Men have their pet fears. And these pet fears, like | ppinsters’ cots and canary birds, rule p the house of life. Get rid of them Open the doors and let them run sway.—lenry Ford's page, Dearborn Andepenfnt. ten of international diplomacy. There's more stealin’ fer vanity than hunger, Wasting Humor on the Elephant The other day in the senate, Pat Harrison of Mississippi, who is an amusing cuss, put in a hour or so kidding the republican members. He had a good time and amused the other democratic members mightily. The subject was the Premises of the G, 0. P. vs. the Perforuy ances. It offered an excellent op portunity for josh and as joshing goes, Harrison didn’t do badly. It wasn’t hard to show that in the matter of performance the party newly in power has little occasion as yet for pointing with pride. Perhaps the premature dog-days voices, It will not get them any- where; it certainly will not get them back inte control of the gow ernment. If, as the democratic leaders seem so sure will be the case, the congressional elections of 1922 find the republican administration with nothing accomplished, the demo erats had better be rendy with a constructive program and it must be a program evolved since the war. ‘f Seven million votes Is a tre mendous majority. Any fad is silly—eniess it's your on : Wise opp: William The June wedding epidemic ts always accompanied by much ad vice for brides aid grooms. The problem of how to be hap pily married is as old as the insti tution of marriage, and has exer ised the best minds in all ages. William Penn, one of the wisest of men, wrote the best advice on the subject 250 years ago. He aakk “Never marry but for love; but see thas thou lovest what is love ly. “Between man and wife nothing ought to rule but love. “As loge ought to bring them to- gether, so it is the best way to keep them together.” Even the banks hawe their “for- tune tellers,” ! DENIALS BY DR. WILLIAM E. BARTON =| HE story is tok among and — producer of foods that few shortly after th national food law enacted, th had an lishea tion began ti advertise, “Thi ly does not con ate of soda.” ent authority that from that day hi began to fall off That Is not so very strange. No one putting benzoate | product of soda into hi why should he be declarin | himself innocent of an offense o | which no one had ever accused him with his product? ed the taste of it to people grocers years ago,|to his own home is above all re- pure} who wanted some free advertising was! gave an interview in which she in- manufactater of a product which estab: | reputa-| ply packed up and went to Europe product positive. pj tain any benzo If is stated on compe hed ever aceused him of | Was there really something wrong People began to buy other kinds. | The very assurance that his food did| anything etme not contain benzoate of soda suggest. | who, in Who Are “The People’? If the voters of the United States could have the chance to ballot on the matter, nine out of ten of them would demand that the beef trust be regulated by law. Yet, Mr. Edge, of New Jersey, ene of the meat senators, demands that “the people” be trusted and the bill killed, “Only one thing,” he plaintivety said, “wil help producers! This is getting back @ feeling of confi dence that they are trusted. Trust the people again, and sce if they ge too far in profiteering. Don’t strangle enterprise. Give the peo ple a ehance to manage their own Give the packers @ chance te prove whether they will go too far in profiteering? They have had the chance for 50 years, and have proved themselves incorrigible and trreclaimable profiteers, Give them a chance te manage their own business? They have had a free hand aé it for 5@ years, Not only have they been allowed to manage their own business, but they have managed the businesses of the farmer, the grape-grower, the wholesaler, the retailer, the banker, the moncy-lender, the re frigeratorcar business, the grain business, the fertilizer business, the railways, the streetcar business, They have shown for two gence ations that they have the ambb tlen to make themselves the su preme managers of all businesses, and the chief oppressors of al} To call them “producers” is te con fuse a despot with his victima, John R. Thompson, millionaire vestaurant owner of Chicago, has of- fered to gwe 31,000 to anyone who can state one good reason why the revolver manufacturing tndustry corr be allowed to exist tm Amer- a. Can you earn the money? “Fin” Btilman says her husband fe worse than a Bolshevist, Which is about the worst thing yet said of Bolshevism. Cleveland minister says jaze ts “the Profanity of music.” Maybe that’s decause dancers swear by it. New York sausage makers out on strike; in other words, have quit thew daily grind deed, did not know ‘what benzoate ef Soda tasted like, «| AZhere is a certain millonatire tn a| America whose reputation for loyalty id ¢| proach. A few years ago a woman ¢@)dignantly denied that this man had er had any improper relations with her. That millionaire and his wife sim- | for a year. He could have faced wo is| cusation, and met it triumphantly, but what could a man do against 1-| that kind of defense? Some men suppose it to be neces: sary to proclaim their own virtues. #| ‘There may be times when that ts! necessary; but it must often happen | that such defense of one's self is the| worst of all tactical blunders. If @ man is honest, if a woman is! virtuous, the best way is not to sound a trumpet and procinim the a| f THE SEATT , Thore's @ little zephyr stirring, And it whispers in my ear Of @ wood where wings are whir jake with waters clear; And it bids me slip my tether, Pack my kit and go wr the trees commune together, Where the piney breezes blow. There's a stream that gleams and splashes, Where the gally-speckled trout LE STAR And I dream of woodfires burning, And of bacon tn the par And I feel the outdoor yearning That comes calling to a man. There's a Iittle zephyr humming, And it whispers, “Come awiy, For the gang awaits your coming"— So I've packed my kit today, And I'll flee from pavement hard, tn Streets where traffic ulwayn roars, To the Forest known as Ard In the Kingdom of Outdoors! Hides beneath the bank, or flashes Up and down and roundabout; by Seattle Star) (Copyright, 1921, LETTERS TO EDITOR Wives Working in Elevators EAltor The Star: Iam sure ready|of them sporting diamonds, fine to hand it to you for many battles | “resses and money at al! tmes. I have in view a young married fought and won, and especially @0| woman drawing mlary in an office behalf of our retired soldiers, but I| white her husband is @ high-malaried wish to summest that yon make a! man; Mm fact, I am aware of several very determined fight against cer-| such cases. tain elevator operators. Many of| Tuke up this fight and win, as you them have husbands getting good! have in other cases. Many ex-sol wages, some of them wall-to-do, own. | diers’ families are suffering. ing valuable property, and almost al)! Egg Man Wants Sympathy Editor The Star; Being q constant terial to produce eges, such as grain reader of your valued paper for pev-| at from $40 to $60 per ton. Grain eral years, and admiring your up| is selling in Chiengo for about half holding of the right, exposing wrong,| what It did a couple of years aso. and your sympathy for the unfor-} But when the chicken man gets It, tanate, such as the strawberry pro-| it in salted down pretty heavy, Egrs dneer at the present time, I would | are up 4 few cents now, but they are like to say they have my sympathy, | not coming up tn price as quickly as too, but, my dear editor, how about| the production ty going down. the poultry man? But there is one thing that is grat- If you have sympathteed with the | ifying, and that is the housewtves in latter thru your valuable paper, I/ Seattle are not hollering their heads have failed to nee it. Perhaps it ts| off just now about dear egen I know when you go to the grocery store to | there is not much use in kicking, for buy a dozen of nice, clean white eggs | it looks too much lke bereing, ana 1 a at half price, or, at least, half they|am willing to take my medicine like can be produced for, that you failed! the rest, but, dear editor, any time to be sympathetic, Compare 19-cent| yoo are chockful of sympathy, share ents (it Is only a very few days ago when the producer was selling them for that) and the freight and the ma | it with all the unfortunates. GEORGE CARTY, Portaga Wash, Denies Hotel Rates Reasonable Editor The Star: In Monday’s pa- per you printed a “Letter From Chief for the entire Weat coast, Your eth | mate ia ideal, your sconery ts beauth Seattle,” about the great new com-| ful, but your hotel rates and service munity hotel, wherein you referred | and food are outrageous. to the James boys’ prices—in other words, you referred to hold-up prices of Eastern hotels, I most emphatictlly say that you are entirely wrong. ~ As for highwaymen, nine-tentha of your local and Coast hotels have the James boya, Tracy and Gardner backed off the boards, Rates in Chicago, Pittsburg, Phita- delphia, New York, Cleveland,Colum- bus—in fact, thruout the East, hotel rates and service are par excellence. Rates have been reduced 40 per cent and food tn like proportion. I have come to the Coast to make my fu- ture home, but 1 cannot see “how you get that way.” I am « traveling saloeman for some of the largest manufacturers in the East and South What you want to do & to wake your emg Ten up, There are unlimited possibilities bere, and it makes me rore to see how they let them elip thru thetr fingera, Pardon me, Chief, Why cant of, rather, why Gon‘ Seattle and Ta coma get tiong—always quarreling like two children? Instead of Seat- tlettes helping the smaller places (Tacoma, etc) they bally them, You know, @ big brother will always help a little brother, and the same applies to towna, ete. I hope I have mndé myself clear and have not offended you in the least, nor your citizens, Iam always for the betterment of the community. Cut out the antagoniam, < IRWIN LEHMAN, No Park Music—Public Golf Editor The Star: In one of your last week's insues you asked, “What Do You Think of Seattle? I ace a few things that dont look right to ma, so I thank you for this invitation, I notice thet your city cannot af- tieed many of this class Of people playing golf. So it really looks as tho your tax- payers were mot treated with as much concern as the people who have money, and in a great many cases have it invested in such @ ford to have music m the parks on | shape that ft ts not taxable, but they Sunday, but at the same time I see still have time to play golf while the the city is spending a lot of money to | laboring and tax-paying ¢laas don't. “THE UPHILL ROAD” (Copy tam, Netter & Ge ughten) (Continued From Yesterday) Joan head swung round on the piano stool; she sat watching Ma jor’s face curiously—she bad not once glanced at Verrier. “Good Godt eajd Major tone nely. “What is it? What ts the matter?” Joan rose and went toward him. “ly anything the matter?” He forced a smile, “No, nothing much, A gir-—e It tle dancer Ferrier and I saw in town the other night—has committed sul cide, that’s all. Awfully sad—quite young, too! I wonder what op earth she did it for” He looked at Ferrier. rrier’s eyes were steely. “L suppone the truth will come out at the inquest,” he said as he turned away, “There must have been some reason,” jor aif not anewer; he tossed the paper carelessly on the table. “Poor soul™ he said. He took a cigaret from his pase and lit it; his hand was not quite steady, Joan took up the paper and read the paragraph from beginning to end, “Poor girl she mid. She looked at Ferrier. “Do you know the man was engaged to? ‘Dead nuts on her,” interrupted Major coarsely. Joan shivered, “What a horrid way to put R” | Ferrier noticed how pale she Hooked in the lamplight. He stified ja sigh. How long did she mean to \go on Ike this, he wondered deject- edly. ‘There seemed no reason for it. Major lounged to the door, He called across the hall to the men in the porch— “Come in, you moon-gazers, and let's have a gume of cards.” Joan's eyes flew appealingly to Ferrier, He smiled reassuringly Hastings came into the room look- ing sleepy. He was followed in a few moments by Bemmett. Major had already got out the jeards and wheeled the table tnto the center of the room; he looked Nike a man who has had @ bad shock. He begun shuffling the cards at random Joan spoke to her brother. “If you are going to play, I shal go to bed.” Fe put an arm about her shoul ers. “Tired™ he asked. He stooped and kissed her cheek Ferrier, watching, aw the quick wny she averted her head. “Good night, everybody,” she axid. Major followed ber—he caught her hand “Arent we all te be served the mme way? he asked, bending to- ward her. Hastings saw the sudden move. |ment Ferrier made forward—the look of rage in his face. He inter- vened smoothly, pulling Major “Don't be an ass.” Hoe stood in the way while Joan made her escape. Major was inclined te be sulky. “I've known her all my life,” he |mid. “Why shouldnt I say what I |like to her?™ “Ho, bom aid Bennett mock- tmgly. “Always after the ladies. Edwart—always after the ladies. | Stop scowling, dear boy, and come and play!" “What's tt to bem asked Has tings, He drew forward @ chair. “Bridge,” maid Major decidedly. “If it's not, I shan’t play.” He helped himself to » stiff doue of whisky; he drank it off and re- filled hig glass. “Bridge let it be.” mid Bennett soothingly, He seemed anxious to propitiate Major. They cut for partners and Ferrier played with Hastings. For a couple of hours they won steadily, but when the clock struck two Major threw down his cards. “I've done—the luck's out.” His voice sounded sullen; present ty he glipped away without bidding anyone good-night. When Ferrier went up to his room Hastings and Bennett accompanied him. They bade bim goodnight en the landing. “Pleasant dreams,” exid Bennett; he hiccoughed slightly. He looked @ deplorable little figure, common and caddish, Ferrier shut and locked bis door, It rather worried him that for the second time he had been allowed to win. He wondered when the tactics were to be changed. He could not sleep that night; his thoughts were full of the pathetic ttle figure of Kitty Inglis as he had last seen her when she walked from the hotel. It made him sick to remember the callous way Major had spoken to her. Then he thought of young Ratph Hastings—the hot-headed bey who had been so devoted to her. What was he feeling tonight with the woman he loved lying dead? . 8 ¢« 8 © @ In the morning Ferrier went down to the sea for an earty dip. Brown- legeed Peter was tn his usual place, mending nets; he stopped working and watched Ferrier dive and swim. “You won't drown easy,” he said, with a grin, as Ferrier came up to him after he had dressed. “No.” Ferrier laughed; he spread the damp towel on a sun-baked rock to dry. “You'm Ifke the other gent as was here,” Peter resumed stoically. “He could swim, too, ‘e could. ‘EK saved young lady's life.” “what young lady? “Iyoung indy up yon,” he jerked his head back toward the cottage Ferrier's eyes brightened. “Why, you must mean Micky,” he sald. “I niver ‘ward ‘is mame,” said Peter, “But ‘e saved t'young lady's life fur sure.” “She was bathing, wasnt she? It was an accident?’ “Haccident!” Peter’s brown nose took a scornful turn, “ 'Tweren’ no haccident, and dont you believe it, She meant to do fur 'erself, sure enough. “Tweren’t no haccident” There was 4 moment's silence. Ferrier asked no questions, He knew that brown-faced Peter watched him curtously; he never quite trusted Verrier, As soon as he bad given him a confidence, he regretted it. He got up now and walked away—there was something in the set face of the big man beside him that seemed to bode nothing good, But Perrier was hardly conscious of his departure; he walked back to the cottage, his brain tn a turmoil. With All Cheese Dishes —for lunches, suppers, special By RUBY M. fact, and offer to fight all comers who deny it, but just to take it for! |Sranted that everybody knows it, | and then act so no one shall suspect | .An unwise defense is the worst | gird of an accusation keep up the golf grounds. Now it looks to me as tho the home owners and working people who pay taxes might take their wives and kid dies out to the parks on Sunday and enjoy themselves, but I haven't no : Washing of Editor The Star: Your little edb torial of the other night asking whether strangers had any trouble reading the street signs struck my eye. Many of the wigns in this city are #o encrusted with dirt as to be legible, I met a city Nght department em- ploye who was engaged in washing the street globes and asked him why he did not at the same time wash these sign plates which are on the same poles, He brought the subject to the attention of his immediate su- perior. The latter told him that street signs were under the custody of another department, and being a conscientious employe he then went to the head of this other department and suggested that the two depart ments co-operate to keep them clean, ‘The only satisfaction he got, so my informant told me, was a suggestion from the head of this ether depart- ment that i@ the street department had men avajlable to wash street signs that It had surplus help on its payroll and should reduce expenses by laying off the extra men. ‘The signe still go unwasned. While I am writing you I should} like to refer also to the great num- ber of men walking the streets who halt citizens with a request for money with which to buy a meal, I think im many cases these men are fakers who really are makmg more money by this type of begging than are many industrious men who are working. I suggest as a means of eliminating this petty graft and anv. ing g0od citizens’ money, while yet My home and busmess are in Ju. neau, Alaska, so if I am out of order in writing this, tell me so. Respectfully yours, W. A. ESTUS, President Northern Packing Ca, Street Signs relieving the distress of the needy, that more use be made of the Mil- lionaire Club tickets, These may be bought at the Millionaire's Club by any citizen ana when given out to @ man beseeching money for a meal will entice him to food c Cc, woop, 804 Pine st You know, Mr. Prosidemt, I have really made a success of life by be ing diligent, by taking care of af- fairs committed to my keeping—the people's affairs and my own affairs. —Senator Ashurst (D.) Aria. eee OR HASH? Mr, President, this seems to be a mosaic speech of the best contribu. tory minds. A sort of picnic basket dinner to which each brings his share of the victuals.—Senator Wat: son (D) Ga eee BY HECK! I want the senator to understand that those (North Dakota and Minne. nota) are not slow states, They may not be as quick as New York; but Minnesota is something of a state, I it the senator to understand.— Senator Nelson (i), Minn, Try This on Your Wise Friend Divide the number 237 into three parts in such a man- ner that 8 times the first w second and 8 times the third, Answer to yesterday's; 9x8 plus 2 plus 1 equals 100, ill be equal to 5 times the 7 plus 6 plus 5 plus 4 plus 3 plus occasions. For rarebit instead of toast, because they’re richer and daintier—and for toasted cheese they’re incomparable. Snow Flakes are truly a unique soda wafer. Made from finest ingredients in modern, sunny bakeries. Their wholesome- ness and invariable freshness will delight you. f f At yoyr grocers. In red packe ages and family tins, P. C. B. CHOCOLATE ECLAIRES Another P, C, B. product A wonderful dainty confection, An ideal dessert. At your grocers, Pacific Coast Biscuit Co. AYRES ‘The more scrappy details he gleaned of Joan's past life, the less could he understand her hesitation to free fierself from it and all its assocky tions. Try as he might, he could not believe that fear of the three men was her only reason. Hig patience was fast becoming exhausted. He resolved to tell Joan that he would wait no longer; that © must definitely sever her con- nection with Major and the others. She was alone in the breakfast room when he entered—sitting at the head of the table, looking out of the window with listless eyes, Ferrier went behind her chair, and stooping, kimsed her. She started up with a Mitte ery and went white to her lips. When” sho saw it was he, she laughed breathlessly, dropping imte h chair again, “Oh! You frightened me; supp ing some one had seen us?" “Well, what of it?” Ferrier manded. He laid his hand on shoulder, “What of it?” he again. She looked back at him; her eyes were anxious, but she made no an ewer. “Joan,” aaid Ferrier slowly, “T jhave reached the end of my py |tence: you must let me tel your | brother that you are to be my wifa I will not stand by and see that feb low Major taking liberties with you any longer.” His fierce voice grew tenderly whimsical. “After all,” he smiled at her, “is it such a very dreadful thing to think of being my wife?” She shook her head. “Tt ien’t that, but you promised me—a little longer—just «@ little (Continued on Page 15) ‘We are one of the stores in the Northwest that grind lenses from start to we are the only one in . \TTLE—ON FIRST AVERUB xamination free, by , Unless absolutely neceasasy. BINYON OPTICAL CC¢ 1116 FIRST AVENUE Between Spring and Seneca Phone Main 1550