The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 19, 1922, Page 6

PAGE 6 @ Some people think every season comes at the wrong time of the year. light that lies in woman’s eyes is very illuminating. If golf interferes with your work get a job as boss. home to stay away from. @ Our idea of hard luck is getting killed by mistake. @ Astronomers say the large magellanic ¢ ful for this Thanksgiving. phonists to practice. Published Daily by The Mt Paper Enterprise Ansociation eity, $0 per month; & mon wate of months, or $9.00 per year. Just a Game of Harts Maybe you noticed—possibly you read—a nice long story in a Sunday newspaper telling all about how the state administration has turned the state prison at Walla Walla from a gloomy old pen to a sweet sort of a factory where the naughty convicts can now learn a lot of useful trades like making auto license plates and square-toed prison shoes. : 2 Maybe you scanned the broad back of Convict No. 8,965 in one of the pictures accompanying the story, and peeped squarely into the big room where they make prison clothes. Maybe you noticed that the story was signed this way: “By R. Franklip Hart, Rector St. John’s church, Olympia.” Then maybe you thought: This ought to be ,an un- prejudiced story telling the whole truth and stating the opinions of a Minister of the Gospel, surely this is plain, informative story. Then, if you read the story, you found that Rev. R. Franklin Hart thinks the manufacture of auto license plates by the convicts at Walla Walla is not only a won- derful idea; that both prison factory and the license plates are excellent. Quite naturally you might have judged the starting of this license plate factory a good thing for the convicts and the state. You might even have laid the paper aside with a pleasant sort of friendly glow. Now then, that is all very well. Perhaps the story is all true, maybe the truth is only half told; perhaps the state administration is to be commended. it, it sort of takes the edge off; lends a tingle of sus- jon to the whole business, when you learn that Rev. Franklin Hart, rector of St. John’s church, Olympia, author of the fulsome story, is also an assistant in the state department of licenses and draws down a reason- ably fat pay check each month as a state administration office holder. Six days a week the Rev. Hart is a state official; the seventh he occupies the pulpit at the Olympia church. Which is all right at that, for it’s probable his pay as pastor won't buy many beefsteaks a week. — So, you see, the story wasn’t written by an unprejudiced Man of the Cloth who had made a social study of indus- trial conditions at the Walla Walla pen. No, sir. It was at best just a nice big puff story intended to help the state administration's prison factory—and political—plans. But, you'll have to admit that Rev. R. Franklin Hart has a mighty fine opinion of State Office Holder R. Frank- lin Hart’s boss—ahem! Gov. Louis F. Hart, even tho there be no relationship other than political between Rev. Hart and the governor. And that which fell among thorns, are they, which, when they have heard, go forth, and are choked with cares, and riches and pleasures of this life, and bring no frult to perfection. —Luke viit.:14. The Virgin Was Right There is an old tradition to the effect that Gen. Santa Anna, at the battle of Buena Vista, cursed America and all Americans and that night on the battle field the Virgin came and told him the United States generally, and particularly Texas, would be punished for the “unjust war” on his people. Well, we sure have been. The battle of Buena Vista took place in 46. Just 46 years later the first boll-weevil crossed the Rio Grande at Brownsville and lighted on a Texas cotton boll. For the past four years the insect has inflicted damage to American cotton growers averaging $300,000,000 per annum, according to the latest bulletin issued by the de- tt of agriculture. The loss during the past four years alone is greater than the cost of all the wars of this country, in money = from the Discovery of Columbus down to "61! If we count the total loss the “invasion of Browns- ville,” we have an estimated damage in excess of $3,000,- 000,000, a truly appalling figure. In newly invaded regions of the cotton belt the loss has frequently exceeded one-half the crop. An unusually cold winter reduces the danger and a mild winter increases it. A dry spring hits the weevil sw a’ wet spring furnishes just the “culture” he likes t. But no matter what the experts say, no effective rem- edy for this terrible pest has yet been found. And so, superstitious Mexicans say, “The Gringo” is being pun- ished for his unjust attack on the Mexican republic. ‘The glory of life is to love, notbe loved; to give, not to get; to serve, not to be served —Hugh Black. aahington a By carrier, ot Our Coast Farmers on Strike All this year the field men of the great packing houses, the live stock commission men, the volunteer farm advisors and the government has been shouting to Pacific coast farmers: “Raise more hogs, we urgently require hogs.” This season some 90,000 Coast hogs were marketed at Portland stock yards; a couple of years ago there were 250,000 Coast hogs marketed in the same yards. The West has been cleaned out of hogs, and the foolish farmers refuse to stock up and get some of this easy money. Here you have a farmers’ strike without any walking delegates, any resolutions, any published demands, any furore or violence; but a deadly strike that in a few months chops off a great food supply from several million people. Western farmers raised hogs by the million at the urge of Hoover during the war emergency; about the time these hogs were ready to market the armistice was declared, the government did not stand behind the hog market but left the growers to the mercies of the pack- ing house interests, and hogs dropped from 23 cents to 14 in a few weeks. Thousands of farmers lost their small fortunes by this slicker trick, and most of them lost faith in the promises of the government bureaus, es renewed their deep mistrust of the packing com- ines. Now a federal farm bureau agent can argue hogs from dawn to dusk and the farmer merely pasletins i his heart he feels that were he to raise a lot of hogs the price would quickly drop and he would be left hold- ing the sack; so there will be few hogs in the West for a4 some are e same thing is true of beef cattle, of sheep, of good dairy calves; the farmers have struck all meas many of them have been struck out forever, in the sectle with ay pdlldeated forces of the nation, and an assured, profitable m: ' ee rhe shrew arket for farm products THE SEATTLE STAR To Herbert Hunter: feeling left behind, friendly games. who shine our shoes. LETER FROM | \VRIDGE MANN |; Your team is Just about to go to take a trip to Tokyo, and wan der ‘round the distant East to give them all a bayeball feast, and show the Oriental fan a husky bunch of birds to scan, I want to say I think you've caught a wise as well as happy thought; with all the other things you do, you'll do the world a kindness, too—for where you play I know you'll find a friendly I think, if we would cast aside our prejudice and racial pride, and have a thousand years of peace, when all our strife and war will cease, tho quickest way to reach our alma, is interchanging For when we watch a game of ball, our coats of nocial armor fall; we drop our economic strife, forget the rank we hold fn life, and join the Brotherhood of Man, with each and every baseball fan. The rich and poor, the high and low, will tell the umpire where to go; we're just a common, human pack—we slap our banker on the back, and chew the rag and air our views with colored boys Bo here's a fact for you to know—tt doem't matter where you go; to play the game and play it fair, will leave a friendly feeling there, and do the world @ lot more good than many million writers co Ciritga Yomn, Editor The Star: Now every mayor, when he ¢ thru, buys an animal for our W: land park £00, Ole bought the white | Eddie, when you get thru, please buy elephant and up in the alr our taxes |a “blind pig” for our Woodland park | went. Hughie got two camels and a | 00, The Hunter and Nature Love | ‘curb these native Instincts to a great Editor The Star: The arguments of your hunter even amusing. Tie prayer of one of | ants them proves that he ts obliged to fight with his conscience all the time he ts out. I'm glad of that for there fg stil! a chance that he will shortly be able to answer the query, “am i my brother's keeper?” Must the glories of the sunset, the inspiring beauty of the virgin woods and the grandeur of our mountains be seen thr 1 mist of blood and agony in order to be enjoyed? The voices of the thousands who annual ly enjoy~ these delights» unsullied by a desire to kill something, anewer emphatically, “no! ‘The conversations of our hunters, their pictures in paper and store, are just what the poet saw when he wrote our—perhaps—more primitive ancestors: “T flaked a Mint to a cutting edge. And shaped it with brutish craft; 1 broke a shaft from the woodland dank, And fitted {t head and shaft. Then I hid me close to the reedy tarn, Where the Mammoth came to drink; Thru brawn and bone I drove the stone, And I slew him upon the brink. “Loud 1 howled thru the moonlit wastes, Loud answered our kith and kin; From West and East to the crimson feast The clan came trooping tn. O'er joint and gristle and padded hoof, We fought and clawed and tore, And cheek by jowl, with many « growl, ‘We talked the marvel o'er.” And so for ages we lived by “blood and the right of might” and the lust for blood and easy conquest or to be more modern, easy money, is bred in our very bones; it animated the kaiser and the Turk and the slaver, the head hunter and the scalp hunter just as {t animates the owner of the sweat shop and the “Hell Ship” and the dope seller, and just as certainly it animates the man who, without ex cuse of necessity, goes out hunting for fun. Practically all of us are born with this most absorbing desire or instinct, but as we grow up our teachers, our companions, our neces. sities and circumstances, force us to | Brain Testers An elderly school teacher, having been told a pretty “tall story” by a -pupil whom he suspected of breaking one of the rules, wrote on the blackboard as follows: WFAHCHTIWT HGU ACT ONE RASD RIB DLO Then he asked the pupil to re- main until he could read what was written—and make sense, The pupil finally did it. How, and what did ? rday’s answer: tor Horlicks The ORIGINAL Malted Milk The Original Food-Drink for All Gebel enchet Home OtScee Pow ‘hMilk, Malted Grain Extract in Pow- der Tablet forms. Nourishing~Nocookiag. 0@ Avoid Imitations and Substitutes, LETTERS 2 EDITOR A Petition to Mayor Brown moose besides, and it keeps un dig ing to keep them all alive, Now going to fnake a suggertion 4! A TAXPAYER, | The perfect man wor o head Special Features of New ear Round Oil Range L. 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