The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 11, 1923, Page 8

THE ATTLE STAR Sorrow’s Compensation Seattle and the entire United States have just passed thru a period of public mourning such as this generation, at least, has never before ex- perienced. With the burial of President the poignancy of the nation’s grief has its climax, and it is proper now that the people turn their attention back into the accustomed lines of their daily endeavor. Aside from the propriety of paying a well- earned tribute to the man and public servant who died in the pursuit of duty, this unprecedented demonstration of the last two week been a salutary experience for the United Sts For, since the tense and dramatic « Great War, it was the first occasion on which the undivided interest and thought and feeling of the whole people of our nation have been focused on a common subject. Tn a great country like this, with its diversified population and diversified interests, we need oc- ¢asional heart-crises to bring that unity and com- mon understanding that ever must guide a republic if it is to endure. The taking of President Harding has taught us much in the way of sympathy and constructive support of our elected officials, in the way of human tenderness and in better appreciation of those who are carrying the people’s load. Harding passed Detroit is trying to start a home-DuMding movement, The more homes, the more mortgages, and the more mortgages the more automobiles, Nothing can bring you peace but Peace but the triumpli of principles. Nothing can bring you These candidates throwing their hats Into the presidential ring may get them stepped on. Any farmer will tell you there is nothing at all in being bumped by a bumper crop. A florist tells us the outlook Is rosy. The Pred igested Wheeze That great c merican humor, “Yes, We Have .”’ has now reached England, and the London Daily News is inspired to some interesting reflections on Catchwords. Needless to say, the criticism is also directed against the British, for they, as well as ourselves, have been guilty of inventing many inane and idiotic terms, used by the yokelry long after whatever novelty they May possess has disappeared. “The catchword,” writes Robert Lynd, in the News, “owes most of its appeal to the fact that it is a ready- made joke. It is not everybody who can make up a joke for himself, and it is a great convenience to many people to be provided with an annual joke, ready made and war- Tanted to fit almost any occasion. For a catchword is Bimply the world’s latest joke. It is also, as a rule, the world’s worst joke. “There is no defense for it as wit or humor. It can be defended only on the ground that it is better to be Silly than to say nothing. The catchword unites an en- tire nation in a vast brotherhood of silliness and pro- vides the youth of the country with handy repartees at an ci at which it is too self-conscious to invent repartees its own. * * * Some of the happiest men on earth have never made a joke of their own, and yet they have Seemed to themselves and their friends to be making jokes all the time. They have done this by seizing on every new catchword and repeating it with a chuckle ) again and again in all companies and on all occasions till | the next season's catchword appeared. They are often men whose faces are wrinkled with lifelong laughter. ' They are communists of humor and use only wit that has been nationalized. Or you might call a catchword a @o-operative joke. It is at the opposite pole from the Private enterprise of an Aristophanes or a Rabelais.” Golfers and woodpeckers are about the only birds that use their heads to get into the hole. Every man is entitled to a living wage except the ones who refuse 0 pay it. It takes a train only one second to wii decision over an auto, All men are born helpless, but some help less than othes Some men argue with their wives. Others are single. Talk is cheap. That is why they call it the gift of gab. Very few things that could happen seem to do it. An economist is a man who figures on living. Callin the Grand Jury It’s time that a thoro airing be given the organized | building industry of Seattle. The public has heard serious, “charges of graft and price fixing hurled against the Se- attle Master Plumbing and Heating Engineers’ association. ' These charges have been temporarily okehed by court injunction. With both sides claiming to be victims of illegal Methods, it is a good time to call in the grand jury,to | make a thoro investigation of the industry. If there is "graft going on the citizens who build and who rent— Which includes all—are entitled to know about it and to have it stopped right now. Tf, as United States District Attorney T. P. Revelle argues, the association is the victim of a jealous business attack, it is due the members that a grand jury clear ‘them of the guilt attached to their activities by the temporary court injunctions. K _ And as Mr. Revelle adds that he wants to be informed , if his clients have broken any law, a thoro probe of the whole situation should be made at once to satisfy his “mind. Seattle’s present and future prosperity are at stake. Capital will not invest in new buildings here if ey are taxed 15 to 25 per cent for graft. Home own- ee becomes impossible under such conditions. Let’s have the whole facts aired. The June bride tells us he once looked as if he stepped out of a band. _ box; now, as if he stepped out of a box car. Fine thing about wearing an old straw hat is you know the thing will not be stolen. Must be great to be an oyster. Oysters get four months’ vacation. Our objection to work is there are 40 many other things to do, A woman is a person who uses only commas when she talks, Paying bills is about the most expensive thing on earth, Teens Cappy Ricks He casts an eye over Skinner’s job and develops case of bellicose veins Written for The Star by Peter B. Kyne—Another Coming Next Saturday’ At the first ¢ to the office of the president emeritus, the general manager realized that Cappy had taken on @ cargo of bellicose veins and was about to discharge them. No Accident in 36 Years, Then— || BY MABEL M’KEE For 36 years Glen E. has been a railroai an engineer an ac pleasure parties in cars. They do not watch the crossings. They don't realize that when I am going 60 miles an hour I am going §8 fect a second. They consider the engineer traveling at about the same rate of speed an themselves and think they can beat him to a crossing.” alked en and children had Sunday, hia train, “The New Yorker,” No. 30, limited, run ning from &t. Ls to New York, killed 13 persons in two aceidents At his home, Monday, fou white and pleas night about the wom: again little boy in the He the same lad there. I p pilot, maw he was ve and carried him to car. I could ate pital, I naked boy to the hoapit get the bodies ready to be car ried away.” Duffey shaken tor was after turow “There was a . nd accident wast eo icked him till A man ent at nine wer car was full of he meant . IIL, earlier in the aftern which four were killed) had been on my mind all afternoon. I was stand. ing with one hand on the brake valve and tho other on the whis. tle cord. But I knew fn an in- stant, when I saw how fast the car was coming, that’ if the driver didn't save the car wo would strike it Every neer dreads day. There are thousands LETER V RIDGE Mar ONE O'CLOCK, FRIDAY 4 ang their st the telegraph was the writing throng, machines were pers worked away, with dull, me. filled the day, for all the the Liggett crowing Duf. fey took two Wttie bables from his pilot. The other bodies were tered along the road, he said. ple don’t like to carry the he said. “This wan my first time, I wrapped the bables in aheets and helped get the other bodies, and all the time my heart ached.” FROM a 4 At too. Sun. of The icking presses dent « and opt among On everything a sudden hush fs falling. comes to bring ® sense of Joms, appalling. langing ‘noise is stilled, our selfish thoughts a while, our hearts with sorrow filled, we pay griovin Our thoughts go back to her who stays behind him, sadly wing; be her, many lonely days, with empty shadows thronging. * * The mighty hand of Death reveals that men, at heart, are brothers; and by Its touch each spirit feels a common bond with others. And must we need its solemn hand to teach us common kindness? must we ever need to stand enmeshed In self- ish blindness? Your heart and mine and others, too, have quite enough of sadnexs—the greatest thing we each can do is bring each other gladness. Girridge Tamm ute elt. MARGUERITE For Marguerite Rolle SSE) | ND when I heard them call your name And saw you answer, Marguerite, I was as shadow to a flame, For you are sweet as a rose is sweet. As Helen brings the walls of Troy And Alice limna an English lane, So Marguerite brings all the joy Of Flemish gardens back again, A Marguerite in lovely lace, Mado lovelier by Spanish Jot And powdered hair, in stately grace Danced for me a minuet And then you spoke and a dream waa fled, As all dreams must, and I was told That you preferred the swing inatead wore nearly six years old Miss Leta Hills, English girl, is training for an attempt to swim across the Hnglish channel during August, Sh crossed the channel on a water-cycle in 1918. 4 eri president and manager of Cappy Ricks’ vast lumber interests, represented by the Ricks Logging & Laumbering ny, with five sawmilix fect of virgin timber and a soore of retail lumber yards, had been away on his vacation. During | Skinner's at it pleased Cappy to develop « terest in Skinner's |Job, with the result that he had interfered more or less with Skin ner’s understudy, My, Hankins, and was absolutely bursting tell | Skinner a number of things when | the latter returned. At the first glance at Cappy, when Skinner answered the latter's summons to the office sident emeritus, th manager realized that C had taken on @ cargo of bellicone veins and was about discharge th ner gen to Ahem!" began Cappy, and eyed Mr, Skinner belligerently the rime of his #pectacles, “Hum-mm! | Harump h-hh! What sort of a rob |ber's roost are you trying jin that office of yours, anyhow ucldate, if you please, Mr, w Skinner replied, patiently. You're having too many rows | with customers,” Cappy charged 1 haven't a claim on file isn't unjust one, I refuse to japprove any clatms against us that is, palpably, a kick for revenue. All of our orders are booked-—and wen for 40 yearn—at mill fhlly over an lance at Cappy, when Skinner answered the latter's peremptory summons) and inspection. The customers agree grade. of lumber and cargo in delivered any a rebate due to inferior nnot be tolerated.” 0, quite #0, Skinner, dear Cappy replied calmly, “I've scanned your correspondence in connection with claims in suspense Jand tho thing that riles me is your Infernal pussy-footing. After | receiving the claim you should in- vestigate, marshaly your facta and in your very first letter to the claimant tell him bluntly he's’ out of order and return his claim to him with payment denied. Don't pussyfoot, Skinner, Don't try to soothe a sinner that’s trying to har- poon you, Stab him first and stab him deeply. Tell him where to head in. Never hesitate. When you know you're right make tt a point to explode with virtuous tn- dignation, but only explode once. Don’t argue; don't imagine you're a human comet giving off meteors every 10 miles." | “Well, I will admit 1 require more time to adjust these annoying warrels with the trade, but in the jong run I adjust them satisfac torily, It is sometimes well, for |the sake of future business with a | customer who discounts his bills, to admit the possibility of error, even when there is grave doubt as to our responsibility.” “Wrong, Skinner, all wrong. When you make up your mind that you've got to lick a man, tle into to accept our after the boy, nin real be Duffey naid only one pers the automobile at Liggett ized that the car would struck. "Th driver seemed to stop, and’ then came rushing up the incline, We struck him square in the center of the car. One of the women in the back seat threw up her arm. That was tho only motion made by any of them At Highiand the driver didn't train, He going ut 30 milew an hour. I pulled the whistle, but he didn’t look toward us. T 1 in the car were laug ing & good see the was man We got a doren scares a day,” he said, explaining his grayness, “Just two weeks ugo Sunday a young fellow with a girl dashed across the track in front of us. We didn't miss him a yard. The fireman's face was green -when he turned to me and faltered, ‘We didn't hit him.’ | I can neo that girl's eyes yet. She was looking directly at me. ‘They were as big ax the dial on that clock, and just full of fear.” Duffey said that the memory of an accident always remained with a ralirohd man. “The near ones have stayed with mo,” he ad. I would jike never to go out on m) ne on Sunday,” he raid very engineer feels the samo way becaune {t in the day of accidents. “But we go, tho we are sick or shaken from accidents. We know the road, the dangerous cross ingn and everything, so much better than a substitute that we couldn't rest while one is driv- ing our engines.” see and lick him thoroly. The average human being only requires one licking at the hands of the same, man, and nine men out of ten will | bandon a just claim if their oppon- lent opposes them as a fighting man |should. Skinner, I have written ors you've beef pussyfooting with. Where there was half a chance that our customer's contention was right, and particularly in cases where | claims for a shortage or irregular grado are never made save on a basis of absolute belief in the jus. | thee of the claim, 1 sent checks and la letter regretting that the matter |hadn't been settled with more dis- patch. In cases where I knew or believed the claim to be unjust, un- founded & mere, dirty little kick for revenue, I denied the claim fiatly and informed the claimant that hereafter we would accept no further orders from him, asmuch as it ls a weil known fact that @ customer can always grade A little select and better out-of our No. 1 common boards—wherefore we have a waiting list of customers He gave the slogan of every engineer: “Eternal vigilance.” “If only the drivers of auto- mobiles would feel the same way!’ ho said. “If they would only watch the crossings, wo wouldn't have many accidents.” Duffey was getting ready to go to the inquest at Highland. He was not to drive his engine again until Tuesday. Then it will be to face the samo scares, and the samo danger of an acol- dent. But still he will drive it, he says, with hope that this will be his last as well as his first acci- dent—that tho public will adopt a & \\s AW honest people—this edict of mine will make these bandits curse the |day they opened thetr mouths in such feeble protest. “Skinner, never be a yes-man, a middle-of-the-road man, « perhaps or maybe man. Never give a man the slightest ground to hope you're going to be nice to him when you know, in your heart, that In the long run you're going to whittle out a handle on a plece of two by four rough Oregon fir and chase him out of the office. It is the lack of an aggressive spirit In you, Skinner, which caused such an un- a te Mt, Waith Cavell 11,038 ft, ris ynan rraver CANADIAN ROCKIES rin wow ‘The one and only way through JASPER NATIONAL P, ber world's largest national playground and Motoring, golfing, fishin: cam, Med ridin, ‘ailing toni Vigorating pastimes and neve: ' LODGH—Dungalow home: JASPER p, en Juno 1 to Kept. 80. Accommodatios ern, .00 per day and up, American plan (meals inotuseaes Rates Daat or Weat travel the line of Moheat peake—loweut altthede cooler climes ae COAST TO COAST TRAIN SERVICE—Mountain Reento Oberevation Pxcurston Parte East May 15 to Rept, 15 care Apply J. D. MoGuire, 002 ana AW. Benttle Fecreational retrest ‘o hiking, tennia. ‘Tne thorough}; 260 we ne, ies n National route through th: Oanada'n ighost peaia ‘t ‘adlont and lowent altitude of any transcontinental route, ee ifeemonsnarey which | him without preliminary symptoms) letters to all of the cranky custom-| And, in-| who like to do business with decent |p number of accumulate or onsctonable claims to And, the way, I've Russell er company ingle Wh Bkinnee mili cutting and be He's of the ty thin wh 6 cute himself er his agency he had # jitth 60,000 feet m ¢ how to manufacture me very nice w day which 4 iteelf—well, had to have fy guarantee his ac counts, and that an his output without ring our own trade; there was five cent mo 1 pick up we could do nell inte per commis in it thought we might as well a few dollars on the side I observed,” agid Cappy every time you wired him a fication and asked for a and approximate date of he replied b eet | doean’t pay grams?” “Oh, well, M fied jumberjack “That apect quotation deliver Why he for his own Ricks, he's a glor born m and fn #8") stingy and evidently doesn't know! telegraph }a thing to quarrel about | Cappy pounded his a | Justice and imposition are never too small to quarrel about, Skinner While you were away we sold two carloads of lumber for Russell and collected for jt, Then I deducted from his check $28 in collect grams he had sent us, remitted the balance and told him to pay his own telegrams hereafter or get a new agent. He wired me he would |pay for his own telegrams. I sup | pOse you were afraid you'd offend |him, eh? Well, I wasn't, because |I know from experience nobody can | offend a man like that | “Speaking of dirty little tricks in trade, I am reminded of old Bob | Arnold, who used to rule an empire in the days before barbed wire | fences and nesters came to the wovereign state of Nevada. Bob was a cattle man, running about 20,000 head; in fact, he owned so |many that a cow or 20 or 60 didn’t mean very much to him. He had & large way about him, because he'd been looking at distant horizons all his life; when he offered you 5,000 | feeders at $18 a head, corral count, and you accepted, Bob would just shake bands with you to seal the bargain. No letter-writing to con: firm, no formal contracts or wit- | nesses, for Bob Arnold. Feeders might be seliing freely at $26 next day, but if old Bob had shaken hands on his trade, then a trade it wus if tt ruined him, “Well, one day a man named Joe Barton drifted up to Bob's ranch, rode around with Bob for a few days, ate his groceries and drank his whisky and finally, after hag. | gling with Bob until he had worn ethics tolls I consid: his too smal) tele of feeders at a fiat price per crit- ter, regardiess of condition. They shook handg on it and Bob had his {t down to the home ranch to the branding corrals.” “Well, when Joe Barton rode in among those feeders he commenced to bellow louder than any of them. He said they were under-sized and poorer than he'd thought (altho he'd looked them over on the range for ® week) and sort of hinted that Bob had deliberately ruh in a larger percentage of poor stuff than he had any right to. Bob swallowed the insult and observing this, Joe Barton ran out on his deal and de- |clarea he couldn't accept that lot jexcept at two dollars a head under jwhat he had originally agreed to pay. Old Bob sighed and said he |reckoned he'd have to take it, on account of the market being a bit off and the banks tightening up on loans. He acted as if he sort of ex- | pected this might happen, Didn't get a bit mad, but asked Joe Bar- ton if he didn't think he ought to have those feeders branded while he had them in the corral. Joe | said he didn't think he'd bother with that and Bob said: ‘Well, Joe, if I was you I think I'd do it. My boys'll run your iron on these cow jeritters for 15 cents a head, and that’s cheap. There ain't much doing on the ranch now..-days and I lke to let my boys pick up a few extra dollars when they can.’ “Th give’ em 10 cents a head,’ him out, agreed to buy 2,000 head| | riders round up the stock and drive! “Waterlogged.” Pressures in Sea, “Implosion,” Sailors’ Theory. if a * weighted ang dt pulled * will no longer float, It is 10 be “waterlogged” ‘This ts due to the fact that all the | cavities of the wood have heey fil water, ‘The pressure of the water af does thin jece Of woe iret in enormou great depth wt sailors believe ships and men sink the tain level, according and then of that whem reach & care to thelr welght, nded because water is incorrect; ¢ bottom. The king body ts altered of the water and The process sion and ig remain the everything sinks to t |torm of the » by the pressu “In loned in & copper case, ¥ the ends of the pierced to let in the of and pov water low. 000 fathoma, The ne glass was re. ered to a depth cane was bent duced to fine says Joe Barton. Forget it, Joe,’ says olf Boh, You're all-fired thr for me, I wouldn't even put the proposition up to my boys now. I was just thinking it'd be kind. of hard om you if these 2,000 critters got to stampeding on while you're having them driven down to the railroad. They're all wearing my brand, and if they got back on my range It'd be sort of awkward prove ing they're your cattle. I tell you, Jog, I've got so many cow critters op my range I can't count ‘em.’ | “Oh, I'l take @ chance on youf says Joe, know Bob Arnold's repue tation for square dealing. ‘I don't | think I'd have any trouble getting | you to “identify 2,000 feeders for | me,’ | “*Well, have {t your own way! | says Bob. ‘I'll have my boys water” jand feed these critters tonight and rest ‘em, and tomorrow we'll drive ''em down to the railroad for you! “So Joe Barton pala over the money and foxy old Bob sent his foreman down to the railroad with it right away. The foreman jumped into Reno and had the check certh tied, Well, that night, ft seem@ that some one of Bob's cowboys, smarting under not being able ta pick up a few extra dollars brand ing those corralled cattle, just nat- urally opened the gate and drove the feeders out; then with a little” | shooting and waving vu. blankets they stampeded the wine bunch back to Bob Arnolfs range. “Joe Barton wasn't disturbed. He | dust asked Bob Arnold to have his cowboys round the stock up again, but Bob sald he cpuldn't tell @ / Barton steer from an Arnold steer, because all the cows on that range wore the Arnold brand. He sald he had no direct proof that Bar- ton'’s cattle had gotten away from him, and if they had he was dad. burned sorry, but it was against his religion to round cattle twice for anybody free-gratis, and he'd be doggoned if he'd permit strange cowboys to come in on his range and do it, either. Barton said he'd pay for rounding them up and old Bob sighed and said the job would jcost Joe $3 a head, cash in ad- | vance, because he never trusted @ man who shook hands on a bargain jand then welshed. So Joe Barton, |having no out whatsoever, wrote janother check for $6,000 and Bob |sent that to Reno and had it cere | tified; then his cowboys rounded up | 2,000 feeders, but not until Joe |Barton had dug up $500 in cash jfor them and contracted to let them brand his stock with his iron at 25 cents a head! | “And the moral fs, Skinner, my | boy: Never waste time on a spoil- |sport unless you're preparing to trim him.” (Copyright by United Features Syndicate.) Reserved, Reproduction Prohibited.) you |(AN Rights | wor! Dex! YourAlarm Clock Helps you get up in the Id— that’s what. a ter Horton National Savings Account does | for you. When opportunity comes a surplus fund will en- able you to take ad- vantage of it. 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