The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 2, 1922, Page 1

woormer ; vania Coal BROWNSVILLE, Pa., Feb. Hi. C. Frick Coke company time of the explosion. Brew J. L. Phillips protests against ¢x ition. of nude paintings in public | Werary. Hevvings, fellers, what) would Mr. Phillips do if he ever waiked down Second ave.? A man may’ not be handy | ee ee ee ey TY eee ‘Three Seattle Swiss mountain a I asked her if she rolled em, Ghe said she never tried ; Just then a mouse ran swiftly dy, And now I know she lied. eee For some reason we have a hunch that that committes won't report tn ta 6f am income tax, . Bre'er dhos crawled cut of his hole today and looked for his shadow. It wasn't there. It will be an carly spring.”—Newspa- pers. A dood of 2 bonchead named Bean Bmoked cigarets near gasoline ; One day he was sent We're not sure where he WENT— But we know that his grave ts kept green. ee If it’s cold here on 31 above, think of Heiena, Mont., 24 below zero. ‘That's sure Helena, Montana! eee ‘They're trying to ban the ure of poison gas at the disarmament con ference. Let's hope they succeed. Then it may not be so tough trying to ride acrows the Seattle tideflats. ose What hes become of the old-fashioned girl whe used te se ad fome moving pictures, says Tom Page, are more to be pitied than censored. eee MEN OF NOTE A man to praise Is Bill McGee; He eats a silent Celery. ground to continue his nap six ‘The owner of the pony nodded, a | have to take the kinks out of his legs | motion picture stars, Wau uve wear | Athy weeks. If hin shadow falls to IFOUR MEN DIE lump in his throat. He was not|to beat that plug.” “gtand by Your Neighborhood Gro-| appear, it is a sure indication | thinking about his thirty-five dollars,| “You get our money,” said Hart | cer” reads one of those signs in the) of an early spring | IN LANDSLIDE Ee about the futile race into which | quietly, “Ain't that nat without | street cars. We always do—especial } Today's coldest temperature, | jhe had allowed his little beauty to|rubbin’ it in?” | ly when he is weighing our sugar. 91 degrees above zero, was much OMERTON, Aris, Feb, 2—Vour|be trapped. Dave would not be twen-| “Sure I get yore money—easy | sgh its | warmer than yesterday's men were killed outright and two/ty-one till coming gras#, and it still money, at that,” boasted Doble, “Got above. Moderate —southe |probably fat injured in a great|hurt his boyish pride to think thatlany more you want to put up on the | Mis. Herman Heubott charmingiy on-| winds are due, with snow ¢ landslide in the Valley of Mexico,|his favorite had ben beaten. | ctreus brone | fertained the Mile Capen of Cieveiana| Cold drizzle, according to Salix |near San Angel, according to advices} Another lank rangerider drifted! Steve Russell voiced his sentiments | of out-of-town guest.-—Quiney (111) bury. received here today | up. ame here. I'll kiss my | curtly. “ 4 make me good and | Despite which, Brer Ground- The slide occurred in La Barranca|twenty bucks cherful. | tired, Doble, There's only one thing | m gg) hom sings De Muerto (canyon of death), | You'n’ th li'l’ hoes run the best race,|1 hate more’n a poor loxer—and | “Fare thee well, cold weather’ The men killed and injured were|at that, Chiquito started like a bul-| that’s a poor winner, As for putting oF engineers in the employ of the de-|let out of a gun boys! how | my money on the pinto, I'll just » omer, Drew gue soul PORTLAND, Web. 2—That spring |partment of communications and he did swing round on the turn,’ this: Ul bet my Ml pile he can he fi ime it has gone. |harbinger, the groundhog, found a| public works of the Mexican federal) ‘Much obliged, Steve, I reckon he! yore bay twenty miles, a hundred — ~t% | brink snow falling when he ventured | government |sure done his best," Sanders | miles, or five hundred. | forth here toda ‘They were supervising an excavat- | gratefully | “Not any, thanks, Whirley Bill is Fe that as it may, Mrs. Peter| ‘The snow was wet, melting rapidly. |ing project when one entire rock wall| ‘The voice of George Doble cut in,)a racer, not a mule team,” Miller Lunch is the manager of a cafeteria] Thermometers registered sevezal|of the canyon erumpled upon them, | openly and offensively jubilant, “Me, | said, laughing. io Fargo, N. D degrees higher than yesterday. today's dispatches suid, Jd ruther show ue way at the fin-] The usual giveandtake of gay WEATHER Tonight ond Mriday, 1 fresh southerly winds Temperature Last 24 Hours 9 BODIES FOUND BY RESCUERS in OF snow; Workers Are Crushed | by Fall of Slate Following Explosion in Pennsyl- Mine Shaft 2.—Nine bodies, crushed by a fall of slate following an explosion in the Gates mine of the at 2 a. m. today, had been} brought to the surface at noon. Authoritative accounts said 23 were in the mine at the} The explosioff occurred about a mile from the main en-| trance, which is located 22 miles from here. | A relief train from Browneviile | was on hand to render first aid when the imprisoned men are liberated. ‘The resewe car of the United States bureau of mines wax rushed to the rescue. Doctors and nurse armed with medical supplies and blankets were sent from Brownsville. A large crowd of women and chih Gren, families of mine workers, gath- jered about the mine, ready to idety bea Dedies of husbands and rela ves. |. Plant officials mid they had no hayes of the accident. ‘The mine is located at Gates, Pay) | abaut 10 miles from here. \Teperted the accident was caused by an explosion of gas. Beyond that, the bureau said, it bad no further i — ~ vc ~| ARBUCKLE IS ‘LOSING HOPE | second Jury Is Unable to! | Decide on Verdict j — BY M. D. TRACY SAN FRANCISCO, Feb. 2.—Roscoe (Patty) Arbuckle hid a near-breaking {heart behind a hearty laugh when jafter 10 a. m. today to take up the vigil while the jury deliberated over the question of whether or not he took the life of Virginia Rappe. While Arbuckle would not for a moment show to the public that he | was discournged, his friends and his | wife knew it. When Arbuckle arrived the jury had not yet reached court but the crowd had. Practicallyevery seat in the court room was filled and the corridors outside were dotted with of people groups nxious for a | APPY little Arctomy Monax. He slid out of his hole Thursday Looked for his shadow. Failed to see it. And rejoiced exceedingly that spring has come! Despite Weather Prophet Salis- bury's prediction that it will rain or snow today and Friday, Old Br'er Groundhog knows better From time immemorial, Mister oodchuck appeared thus annually—even before Doc Salis j bury’s time—and made his own weather prediction. If he his shadow, he under seen returns | ‘The United States bureau of mines; jhe came to the hall of justice shortly | o On the Issue of Americanism There Can Be No Compromise ‘SE | | Mt. Rainier (Paradise Inn |side) showing route to be |taken by men who started |perilous climb to summit} | Thursday morning. (1) Sum- mit of the mountain. (2)) Camp Muir, from which the| |adventurers will set out on} of Climbers by Price & Curter, Star Staff Photographers Photo of Mountain by Asahel Curtis The Seattle Star Ratered as Srcond Class Matter May & 1499, Ot the Postoffice ot Beattia, Wash. usder the Act ef Congress March 8, 1579, ATTLE, WASH., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 1922. Por Year, by Mall, 65 to 69 | last lap of journey. | Below are the climbers.| | (Left) Jean Landry. (Center) | |\Jacques Bergues. (Right) | Jacques Landry. | eee TACOMA, Feb Prepared to} | Fisk life and limb in an attempt to} | scale the snow-covered crest of Mount | WILLA | Rainier 14,408 feet above sea level Jucques Bergues Jacques Landry, European + mountain | | climbers, lett bere today with a score | | of local mountaineers and newspaper correspondents on the first leg of their journey | ‘The party is scheduled to reach Longmire Springs by motor this aft: ernoon and will rest overnight before | making the #ix-mile journey over the | snow shoe trail to Paradise, headquarters will be established Here Capt. Louis Cansler, divisional lwignal officer at Camp Lewis, will | complete lines of communteation, as: sisted by two signal men. Friday morning the three climbers | will determine the best route to the; summit, and some time Saturday or} | Sunday they will set forth on their | perilous undertaking. | Mount Rainier has never been seal | | in the winter. DUG DOBLE, ning. “Well, ‘ asd sun oe | MACLEO RAINE the cowpunchers’ money ranch foreman. one, and is beaten Now go on with the story, CHAPTER Il Dave Rides On His Spurs Hart catne up to his friend grin you old horn-toad, Chiquito run a Only trouble was | got no kick comin’ I mighty pretty race. his laigs wasn't long enough. DAVE SANDERS, young range rider with the D Bar Lazy R outfit, is} tricked into racing his pet pony, fond, against a disguised race horse owned by where | 4p MILLER, & gambler, who has come into camp with his confederate, GEORGE DOBLE, tor the Chi press purpose PASS, quito, of which he ts unusually | of “framing” a race and winning | The latter is a half-brother of ish than at the start Mable to collect the mazuma. you Chiquito runs a game race, but a hopeless You're more T'll tell now that broomtail never had a we {chance to beat Whiskey Bil.” “Yore hows can run, seh,” pore admitted know ft, but you don’t, He didn’t | | parked at MOVIE DIRECTOR SLAIN IN HOME Prominent Man Shot While at His Desk BY FRANK H. BARTHOLOMEW 10s A —Mabel dienne, was in consultation w'th William D. Taylor, motion pic ture director, who Was ou. death here during the night, a few hours before Taylor met his death, neighbors told detectives investigating the trage Taylor accompanied Miss mand to her machine, which was the curb, the witnesses | said. Miss Normand and Taylor {had been chatting about production | of a future photoplay, Harry Peazy, | Taylor's negro valet, told detectives. Police believe that when Taylor accompanied Miss Normand to her machine, his murderer slipped into, the. house and disappeare Mr, and Mrs, Douglas MacLean, door to said they heard a shot fired at about 8:30 last night. | Mrs. MacLean said she opened the door and saw a man leaving Taylor’s residence. She could fur nish no description of him, ‘Taylor was found dead, Taylor, with 2 bullet his today. The body was found this morning by y thru his back,» on the fleor luxurious home here early his, negro servant. of the leading direc- (Turn to Page 7, Column 1) Marry Pod | Fepartee was missing at supper that | night. Sinee they were of the happy go-lucky, outdoor West it did not Greatly distress the D Bar Lazy R riders to lose part of their pay (Turn to Page 11, Column 1) & | DEATH FIGHT TOLD IN COURT! een 23 ARE TRAPPED IN MINE EXPLOSION! Nor-| First in News—First in Circulation (by 11,727 copies a day)—Call Main 0600 to Order The Star at Your Home—50 Cents a Month—Why Pay More? — Three _Daring Climbers Start to Scate Mt. Rainier S E C R E —T S Challenge Death in Feat Never ‘Attempted in Winter LAID EVERETT, Danielson came to his death in th remarkable Wiikes held the attention of the} courtroom for two solid hours. Her 15-year-old daughter, Treva Pote, sat| watching her thruout the ordeal with: & fuze that seemed almost hypnotic. She seemed at once fascinated and horror-stricken by her mother's words. Mrs.} TELLS ABOUT FATAL EVENING After detailing the quarrels which led up to the shooting, Mrs. Wilkes took up tie event of the fatal even- ing. “T was over at Mrs. Stockweather' houre about 5:30 that evening, testified, “when Gus called me P| and asked: ‘Why aren't you hhome? | Get home, where you belong.’ I told! him that I'd be right over. At the next moment the back door came! bustin’ open, and Gus came in in his | shirt sleeves, | “Well, are you coming? he asked. “*Yes,’ I told him, “G— d— it, then, come on,’ he said, “‘How do you get that way? I asked him. Then he beat it.” “When I got in my kitchen, he was waiting for me. And I told him, ‘Say, Gus, what's the matter with you? How do you get this way? My land, don't Sou know it looks bad for you to be bossing me this way in front of folks? “Well, why the b—— ain't you home,’ he replied. “Bay, 1 told him. I ain't wearing no ring. I ain't married to you. You! can't boss m: ““T'll show yout he said. ‘I don't \give ad what people think. You | }ought to be home where you be-| long.” . ASKED IF SUPPER WAS READY | “Then he asked me if I was going to give him his supper. But he had acted so mean that I told him, ‘No, I'm not serving you no more. if you {want anything, you can help your. self. “He went in the front room, and/ I thought he was going to pack up Jand leave; but he called me in and said, ‘I want to talk to you for the| last time’ j “‘No,' I told him; ‘go away. 1) jdon't want to talk to you.” “*I want to tell you I'm going to kill you,’ he added. “I said I'd call the police, and he be 2t me and said, ‘Go to it, it. The joke's on you.’ {* “When I got back from the phone! Ges TWO CENTS IN SEATTLE BY WOMA Mrs. Wilkes, on Trial in Everett fol Murder, Gives Dramatic Story as nije ine Listens Begs B; h ii secrets” —Baring the very inmost her soul, Mrs. Bethe Wilkes went on the stand today told in graphic detail the whole sordid story of how It was the most dramatic scene in a trial which has as replete with climaxes as the most sensational of me melodramas. Weeping bitterly, yet sticking to her & exactitude, he had his gun, He was awful. 1! jknew he was going to kill me, an |1 grabbed him quick. He pushed me. back on the couch, I fell over and! Jalmost lost my hold, as I wrestled with him. . He choked me—I got his | hands again—I heard a shot. “‘Oh, my God, don’t do it,’ 1| | shrieked. “I saw the gun fall, “Oh, my God, You'll kill us all,’ I yelled. ‘Get it, Trova, get it quick? | “He was just snorting and blow ‘ing, he was so wild—his eyes stuck out of his head—there was a pause, |Then there was some more’ shots, and—and I saw him lying there. I was afraid to look, I was so afraid; (Turn to Page ' Column 0 comic, now tragic episodes city of brilliant women? || DID YOU QUARREL ON YOUR HONEYMOON? This couple did. Their quarrel is one of the now ley’s intensely human drama of an American couple and their honeymoon abroad. | “POLLY AND PAUL—AND PARIS” |] Tells the intimate story of their daily life. Can a ||] bride from Indiana hold her husband’s love in the First installment today on page 11 of The Star. BARE her home on November 6, The eternal feminine! Mrs. Wilkes was describing seene just after Danielson had f shot to death. “I ran out of the room to call tl police on the phone,” she ‘As I was passing I saw a f) laundered shirt on the floor, 5o_ stopped and put ft in place—and tl went on over and called the ee Some more feminine stuff. Mrs. Wilkes and Treva held a ried consultation, The mother ed worried; so did the child. ‘ whisper. Then something passed tween them. Reporters craned thelr necks te see what it was. ‘ ‘Treva's fingernails were blagh—= (Turn to Page 7, Column 5) Discover New a Fuel for Autos DAYTON, Ohio, Feb, 2.— Dis covery of a tellurium nounced at the research labora-} tories of the General Motors cour, age by Thomas Ridgely, Thomas A. Boyd, two PE but they made no announcement until thoroly convinced their re scarches was an important discov: | ery, following a search of crucible | tests, which passed thelr expecta tions, they said today, which make up Zoe Beck-