The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 9, 1922, Page 11

2 A NT Sa nae mane AE ETERS [secrion two] ‘The Seattle Star SEATTLE, WASH. FRIDAY, JUNE 9, 1922. “You're fired, Dooley! Get jengines and trucks with bells and out! Go tell the chief I sald so, \wn sties mingling in riotous sound as You're no fireman, You're ® the equipment swung out on its blundering bolshevik and you've | journey puddied in bad politics ence too There was the sort of oppressive) often, Your foot has slipped. | quality in the at » which | You're thra, You can't short | presages a catastrop officials cireult my wires. Paid you [felt it as they crowded to the win never to have tried. Think that [dows and watched the fire over while you're hunting a new [race up the str job.” & second Fireman Dooley from headquar gon below om ters stood at attention In front of | Like a signal fr Mayor Roland's desk, His fac pte = adqua Qushed as Roland glared at him uo Sapapren. ‘ of . i “You're wrong, Mr. Mayor, I ‘ hogy move tet cpa a Clerk} “Don't call me ‘Mr. Mayor, | °°: cr a bade you damned red! No fake po liteness! Nothing! Get out! bog ioe -cueeneee oe Deoley relaxed from “at ten H mor tion." He leaned over Roland's!” Go, a 1 desk, his eyes shining. The Lincolwshire, sir! “You don't want to hear me talk, “ Quick! Order my but you're going to listen. I'm » ear” Politician, bolshevik or any kind.| ‘The mayor, forgetting dignity, was | — Seen too many to take up that line. | ra I'm no red, either, It's just this. | jan The boys are run ragged with more| Ki fires than they can ha de- | war. partment is a short crew ‘want a ewing-in shift and they want been forced to choose, owing, to lack that day off in eight for a chance available dwellings, the Lincoln to rest up. They're the he-tightin’/shire as a home for his wife and | est gang of fire hounds that ever| Young daughter and himself, Not went up a ladder, but they've got to] that the Lincolnshire wasn’t desir have a breathing spell. It they | 00s" It was the Snost exclusive @on’t, you won't have any firemen | °P@rtment-hotel in the city. It was fome dark night when the old truck | “elusive, but it was ancient, built before the daya of strict laws con siren iy goshalmighty pleasant Daye ee gg; na Mga gn music. That's all the ordinance ¢- on his désk was a report detail. calls for and I just tried to get it] noah ing what the Lincolnshire lacked in for them. I'm not married. I could | safeguards. He had been intending ord to take the chance.” to take action on the morrow. “You've been taking plenty ot | The building succumbed quickly chances, Dooley. You've bucked the} What an hour before 4 been administration from the minute we | quict family residence place was all started. You've tried to spike me./ablaze by the time Roland arrived You've mado a fine bunch of lolli-/in a car driven by a “fast” chauf popsuckers out of headquarters} feur. Particularly in the rear half men, You've got a yellow wave up|of the building, the flames leaped and down your spine and you've/from floor to floor in gigantic tried to make it an epidemic with|flashes, enveloping the doomed your rest propaganda among real/ “tructure in a burning, rearing, workingmen, Firemen are hired to| ¢rackling death, Many of the ten fight fires, and besides that, it) Mts in front managed to escape by atrikes me you've little to do but/TUnning down stains at the first loaf in between runs. Rather a soft) Slam. Many were saved t ‘ t Rest! . In gore instances, almost mir re ade cious te ike gaia te | acuious work on the part of the fire. rest and painting me as a tyrant ep les Bs vag eiaicee ane a you peddle your soviet ordinance. | tortanie with You can't get by. You're small fish. | toe ‘There were thrilling rescues on Dooley, and this is America. Th@j scaling inddera and spectacular law is going to rule, if T have to! jumpe to mfety on nets The fire { break your head with it. You want/imen did all that determined veter a rest. All right, go ahead and take/ans could do, but they were handi } it—a good, long one, It starts now./capped. Roland's policy of strict | Report off duty, and I hope I never|economy had played them falwe Bee you again.” | They were short of men. They were} Fireman Dooley closed the door! weary from ‘a } quietly as he went out. This added | fling fires within the m to Roland's displeasure. He had} were discouraged. Doo! | expected Dooley would slam thedoor.| with them. They were Now, the firemen's reorganization | ball teant witho DM was the first piece of controver aial legisla efore the F administration, which was beg to speed pace after a lan tion. The firemen asked an platoon and one day in eis holiday, and they had the hear support of many citizens. Roland's} sbibboleth was, “Americanism and economy,” and he worked it over time, both before and after the cam # paign. It had proved effective, for : papaya gwen Bone he had ridden into office on the peak | guard ned that the floating | of a rolling wave of popular enthut | masses of flame were sucked fasm with the biggest vote ever Te / the t while the fire demon corded in our town. But even a! marsha fer the tinal mayor ¢ Wind swent ts for the elevator, Gordon two # ahead of him . i done hig bit In the zi ng with his family ter hostilities were ended, he had © boys ord series of h and the was not} © a foot.! , 4 who were not found until days inter] when workmen, removing the twist the blackened tombs | There was a brief lull in the tury | of the fire as Roland came up in his me ride a hobby to death. | axmult. His natural opposition to the fire-| pall of smoke away from the scene men’s bill on grounds of economy} for just an instant; like a curtain flared inte quivering heat when he | rising and fa at a play learned that Dooley was chief spon-| During that s val, the crowd lee for the measure, Dooley, the| at the side |, towards the boishevik! at was what Mayor |Ttar, caught sight of a woman 1 Sees theuetie ee hi white at a window on the seventh | Headquarters men held a different | floor. A tiny girl n her arms. epinion. Dooley, expert. altitade|Just before the scorching curtain ed . the crowd saw her| man. Never a man better than Dooley on a truck. Never & man e swaying tip of an ex r, with a singeing flame That's what head me sald of Dooley and Mayor Roland also saw the woman | in white with the child in her arma. | He leaped from his auto, tore his ay thru the throng and at the fire | icemen exeontive but a mere human heing,| A t of his| Ten old of a! dropr by the sig My baby!” he 4 shuffled nervously, | its h pity of t. | Ma struck dum The firemen, numb bodies thrilled | bulged. His teeth chattered, He waved frantical the seventh story by the length of} dew jmen. He was clinging to bis last | cifull trol | Jus “Ten thousand to the man who | ready saves them!" he pleaded. “Any- | dor, thing! Nverything!”* | wiep of self po fe pai wi line fought with two pol 1 him just in time. What | t a dignified | © a glum-faced crew when | /0° pitted defeat at the hands of | 7) st ee or and checked out be “I'm Citizen Dooley, now,” he told “the boys,” and walked out inte the dazzle of night lights, his heart troubled by the burt which ingratitude brings. 7 Two hours later the firemen's bill The Preferred see ee PIANO bil was passed with only one dis senting vote—that from Morse, who Was known as Roland's “shadow.” He was expected to vote as Roland thought and he ran true to form tr his first important exercise on the ; Municipal track. Mayor Roland had attended the guage the strength of his He was on his feet im Mediately the result was announced | y. The bill is Worse than nonsense. It ie a direct} attack on Americanisfn and econ omy, the platform upon which tt administration came into existence The latest design Kimball | The leering face of radicalism is hid piano 1s now priced within | ing back of If we the reach of every family. yield to it A to boleheviem ‘The special low price of I feel #0 ngly abcut it, I don't Fs with the added advan- coe t ‘ou I have discharged tage of our eaxy payment fhe ring-leader—one Dooley. We plan, makes this an un are here protect the people and ceual. plancduyiig :oppor eto the ordinance.” tunity 1 uilence, only the Over 000 homes are tching of his fountain now yroud owners of heard iH secretary, the M, famous for | tted the marking its wonderful tone quality the document to Clerk and preference among artists and music lovers. & was adjourned. No need of postponing 7 cilmen and the mayor, your plano purchase. Come havin ne their duty, each accord in and hear this” beautiful ie mee, were fee instrumer ine Fr ! just hand dent e council, when down on the et level of the city building ee clang The men in the n tensed involuntartl ed. Following the cl ng came the sharp jangle boxes and the hush of traf. h stops to the tune of a fire Onto the pavement came ad po ani We guarantee quality—we guarantee workmanship— we guarantee style, and we guarantee a saving of $10 over any clothing values in the city. The peak of the ladder fell short of] done! What have I done! To along the fire line as they tried | courage snapped the truck crew | frs No other phrase could so aptly describe the splendid display of Fahey-Brock- man’s Summer Clothes. There’s a certain men of affairs on sight. Fahey-Brockman Clothes are always a workmanship and style to the next best the market affords. They possess that snap and touch of originality which only the first craftsmen of America can tailor into clothes. Run a critical eye over every fine dis- play of men’s summer clothes in town —then visit Fahey-Brockman’s! The com- $25, $30, $35 Yes, sir, these lowly prices encompass great values — we're well aware of that. Two things make them possible. Strict Can We Sell It For?” operation of our cus- tomers. s aunee eae ‘pees ane ® Wann sar/ioee A Fiction Story Written by Of The Star Editori fireman mounted the ladder 1—A man, maddened by heat, This was what the ba 4 chief | Mayor Roland stitfe rungs up he hesitated, and| polsed himself in a fifthstory | said | “That can't be Dooley | ped backward like a wet sack window and plunged Into space, “Old boy! Go get ‘em Dooley™ “It sure is Dooley.” The officer the truck. He had done all he ing in a net, Citizen Dooley, unable to resist the | was positive, “And if an stood at survey crowd watched with a sob in nd, | Dooley is the man art chances, yor Roland saw that, Mis eyes| opening, Fire g her [the thr t the Lincolnshir Me on the street | until the moment of great need, had | ing high up on the top to action, whirled a truck Into posi | fought the two policemen again. walt, A twisting, writhing arm with death, | waiting his chance to plunge the| snapped the pompier prong for the supreme effort of the} “You o Mayor,” they of flame reached for her greed The men on the truck welcomed | hook of a pomplier ladder into the| window. Up that uncertain | Lincolnshire tragedy. A ladder] protested, h ily. She, too, fell into space, | Dooley back to his nt |wtone of the blazing window of the| he climbed, unconcerned. He reached: crawled rapidly into the air, a] “My wife! y There was no net to ease the “DOOLEY hey yelled. “Atta-|room where Roland's wife and baby |the window and waved to the mem grotesque frame apparently perform shricked, “Let me @ fall. boy! Attaboy!"* girl were lying. The slender strand | below—his men on the truck, ing an aerial feat of its own volition,| go, I tell you! What have I 3.—A clvilian, dodging guards | A current of new life and new of »# held out in his hand was a, A prayer swept up from he 1 bridge between life verve thi to stop him, ran swiftly to the into action a» Dooley donned a coat | ni a man's body, } A burning aplinter seared his! truck. and helmet and started up the lad he stones of a cornice, Mayor Koland saw that, He} cheek. He did not notice it. Mayor Roland did not see the third | der, racing sure and eafe. by streams of water, sm struggled vainly with the two police The policemen held onto him mer-| happening. Terrorstricken by the| & again their favorite at work, | bombs. A | first two, he was hiding his face in| nessing tas the second volunteer made | his hands. He di to take his turn on the lad: | civilian talking ea rly to the fire| over the crowd like a chant down to his knees in the three things happened in stac-| chief nor did he see the chief throw) ley! Dooley! Dooley! Get | mud and water. auceeanion ‘his arma around the civilian, | ‘em Dooley! Get ‘em Doole , “ont wept, “I'm V) Distinction with Economy ise and cool comfort about them that win w points superior in texture, design, rison will add to your buying wisdom. It ll also delight and profit you. herence to our basic licy “How Little d the splendid co- Fahey-Brockman Building, Third and Pike PT Mayra tye other j|ture of a general alarm, had joined | town can bring your family down, Dooley in the swirling hell above Jimbed into the | waiting impatiently as an observer| Dooley was now on pertloun foot | long experi for her to | rushed forward for nother battle] most part of the extension ladder,|from the extension indder. for the two helpless ones. Mayor Roland watched mutely nnation-glutted spectators, wit |the pavement like an exp&ion of | Dooley was cut off by a dowd ef any not ee the|took up the shout until it surged| Mayor Roland relaxed and wilted | which swooped in with the wind eum) HENRY CLAY al Staff | I'm all wrong! 0 God! Help | He's o better man than 4. FI ny man in| was moving with the assurance pee in just such aces, His ithe form swui of the top |f and eter. | crowd. » loosened | from his vantage point in the mucke nashed on| In another second the view of cruel, devilish, yellowish smoke, muck and|rents eddying about the Pts, ¢ and danced a horribly fan i wrongt } (Turn to Page 14, Column * ¥ . to a seeeee peseeteenesiaee TRE SER PURE OLS eens ee Our permanent low price policy insures a square Jeal to all, The early buyer is not penalized, Our sixty- day turnover insures latest styles—always.