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Show PAGE TWO PROVQ (UTAH) SUNDAY HERALD, SUNDAY, MARCH 14, 1937 SECTION TWO WES "Proclaim Liberty through all the land" The Liberty Bell The Herald Kvery Afternoon Except Saturday, and Sunday Huraing Published by the Herald Corporation, 60 South First West street. Provo, Utah. Kntered ns second-class matter at the postoffice In Provo, Utah, under the act of March 3, 1879. Oilman, Nicol & Ruthman, National Advertising representatives, New York, San Francisco, Detroit, Boston, Los Angeles. Seattle, Chicago. Member United Press, N. K. A. Service, Western Features and the Scripps League of Newspapers. Subscription terms by carrier in Utah county ."0 cents the month. $3.00 for six months, in advance; $'i.7f. the year in advance; by mail in county 5.00; outside county $5.75 the year in advance. Most Dangerous Driver What is the most dangerous type of drunken driver? It is neither the glassy-eyed drunk who has gone completely com-pletely "blotto," in the language of the taproom, nor the crazily-intoxicated bird who has no notion what he's doing, says Lieut. F. M. Kreml, director of safety of the International Interna-tional Association of Police Chiefs. The most dangerous type of alcoholic motorist, says this authority, is the fellow who has hoisted a few the driver who is "high" altho not actually stupefied by liquor. He's the bozo who is sure he can drive "better than ever," and proceeds to prove it, too often with fatal results. And this type of driver is always hardest to handle when arrested, and strangely enough hardest of all to convict. Court records disclose that both judges and juries are hesitant hesi-tant about inflicting Justly severe penalties in such borderline border-line cases. It takes smart police work to get the goods on these drivers when they do smash up, but for the benefit of the public it is highly important not to let them get away. With the announcement from Judge Ellertson of the city court that no leniency will be shown drivers charged with reckless or drunken driving, city and county officers can have assurance that they will have cooperation from the courts whenever they bring charges. An Object Lesson The seizure of the munitions-laden freighter Mar Can-tabrico Can-tabrico by a Spanish rebel cruiser ought to help us to understand under-stand the value of a strong neutrality law. The Mar Cantabrico cleared from an American port, laden with American-made munitions, just before our munitions muni-tions embargo law went into effect. There will be no more such shipments; the Mar Cantabrico did not fly the American Ameri-can flag, title to the gtxxls she carried had passed to foreign purchasers before she left our shores. Because of these facts, the steamer's loss does not affect us. But suppose that there were no embargo law. Suppose that rebel cruisers were seizing two or three munitions carriers car-riers a week American-flag ships, bearing goods whose loss would hit the pockets of American shippers. Is it not 'easy to see how very apt we would be to become involved in the Spanish war? And is not the case of the Mar Cantabrico Can-tabrico excellent proof that our munitions embargo is a good law ? Cast Your Smites About Did you ever meet someone on the street whom you didn't care a lot about? Did you feel tempted to pass that obnoxious person by with a cool nod? And then, not wishing to brand yourself a snob, give him a warm greeting something some-thing like: "Hello there, Jones, old boy. How're the wife and kiddies?" And then have Jones saunter awav with a rude, "How're OUT OUR WAY By WILLIAMS mmmLM one watyoo vou wont V to be 7 WORD CAUUNG V SAVVY, JOE, CULTUfcEP yggyf AN TM-L DEES "? HE BUT THAT'S HSR.E, "H- 5AAACK NO SAVONS TH1 CRAVIN SOU GOT WA YOU WIP WORD, AJ4 FER. CULTURE TO BE P5 F,Lf HBGBf OS INI A PLACE A ROUGH - JUftJL H SCRAM! J JUMP DOWN THAT'S NO i NECK, TO JlorTV y 06 "TROT. PLACE FOfc 7 DEFEND 9 UoLmmmm oV-v " K IT. J YOUfc i , I fl V-" 1937 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. 13 T. M WEC. U. 8. FAT. Off. J j, " 7 " , . i SIDE GLANCES - - - By George Clark j Washington Merry-Go-Round (Continued from Page One) mysterious violence might be wreaked upon those who favored Boulder dam. On another occasion, South Carolina's eccentric Cole Blease was denouncing Woodrow Wilson. Democratic senators writhed at the attack, but none cared to tangle with the vitriolic Cole. Suddenly Sud-denly Ashurst got the floor, remarked: re-marked: "I want to observe for the benefit bene-fit of the senator from South Carolina that when Prometheus wa.s bound to a rock, it was a buzzard buz-zard that utr his liver, not an eagle." them, as the practice was under Ashurst's predecessors. When Arizona became a state in 1912, Ashurst was a member of the territorial legislature. He entered en-tered a large field of candidates for the senate, got the second largest number of votes, came to the capital as junior senator. PEERLESS WIT DESERT LAWYER you 9" Did you ever meet a really big, fine, important person whom you were a little afraid to speak to? And be ready to slip by only to have this important x?rson recognize you, call you by name and greet you like a long-lost friend? Greetings mean an awful lot in this world of ours. It Ashurst has served continuously continuous-ly in the Senate for 25 years. Only Senator Borah and Senator "Cotton Ed" Smith, of South Carolina, Caro-lina, out-rank him. ' Born in Nevada in 1874, he migrated with his parents by covered cov-ered wagon to Arizona, where they staked out a small ranch near the town of Williams. There young Ashurst rode range, later went to school in California and the University Uni-versity of Michigan. Ashurst says that in those pio- doesn't pay to be a hyxcrite. You must really feel it when'neer days the only requirement for admission to the bar was to -be able to "stand up tq it and drink it straight." So while still a youth you smile at your neighbor on the street. Those smiles pay. They credit you with human kind-lifss. kind-lifss. Mr. .Toiips. who shruirypd off vour LTeptinir wasn't i i i i- o 4- i Vr -j. i , i and without formal legal training- deserving of your salutation. But, by offering it, you showed , , , 8 8 that you're a bigger man than he. And the really big person the man you were afraid to speak to owes much of his "bigness" to the fact that he's ready to share his happiness with the world. Cast about a few smiles today they'll reap a reward of genuine pleasure. While he is not a headline figure no one in Washington out-ranks Ashurst in charm, wit and candor. He is one of the most lovable, amusing and outspoken men in public life. There is no atom of the stuffed shirt about him throughout his six - foot - two of muscular anatomy. He takes nothing seriously last and least of all himself. "No senator can change his mind quicker than I," he laughs. ! He was elected as a Dry, but j voted for 3.2 per cent beer, posed I for news photographers, quaffing a big tankard of suds. In his campaign of 1934 he plumped for the Townsend plan, yet has not lifted a finger for it since. Perhaps his most bizarre "performance "per-formance was on the bonus. He electioneered as a bonus supporter, support-er, but of the four votes he cast on the question, two were for the bonus and two against. "At least," he remarks disarm-ingly, disarm-ingly, "I was 50 per cent right." Only a few weeks ago Ashurst was busy denouncing suggestions to pack the court. Instead he urged a constitutional amendment giving congress freedom to enact economic and social welfare measures. meas-ures. In 1935 he was against any tampering with the courts or the Constitution. But today he is for the presi- he became a lawyer He soon got into politics, was elected county attorney, and initi- i dents proposal. When this was announced, ne received a wire, saying: say-ing: "Glad to see that for once ated the innovation of prosecuting cattle rustlers instead of allowing posses of irate ranchers to hang DANGER FROM BEHIND JJ ahead Fr .;i.Sm' J fK$l ' fiJmi' ENOUGH . XCP?S WM jrfWfM? " lets crex some "4wI fl MmR&L you are on the side of the people." To which Ashurst telegraphed: "My heart is always with the people, peo-ple, even if sometimes my vote is not." BATTLING QUIPSTER . As chairman of the judiciary committee, Ashurst will be floor manager of the president's court measure when it reaches the floor of the senate. And he will wage a shrewd and able fight, for he is an excellent parliamentarian strategist. stra-tegist. While he will fight hard and cleverly, Ashurst won't get overwrought. over-wrought. He's not built that way. He never lets anything disturb him not even his mail, which gives most senators acute indigestion. indiges-tion. Asked by one worried colleague in 1935 as to how he was answering answer-ing mail on three burning issues the holding company bill, the bonus bon-us and the Townsend plan, Ashurst As-hurst replied: "Oh, I have no trouble. I keep three boxes on my desk. One is marked Townsend, one Bonus, and the third Utility. When I get letters let-ters on these subjects, I read them and then put them in the appropriate ap-propriate box." "But how do you answer them ?" "I don't," replied Ashurst. "I just leave them in the boxes." (Copyright 19S7, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) One for Solomon BY X REPORTER "Miss Perkins has one daugh ter." The statement is a little confusing, con-fusing, to say the least. Mr Fixit, oracular genius on one of my favorite newspapers, gave the answer to one of his question-asking question-asking readers. It dazed me a little bit, for I had thought of the secretary of labor as a spinster who had devoted de-voted her life, thru choice, to the worthy task of looking after the welfare of humanity. But no. "Miss Frances Perkins" was only her professional name. She had been or is married. And she has one daughter. Always I am loath to write rules for the other fellow. For don't I have a hard enough time living up to the few simple rules I make .for my own conduct? But I do wish we could arrive ar-rive at some method of designating desig-nating the ladies in a way that would insure against any such startling declaration as that quoted above. I remember seeing a news photo a few years ago which bore the caption: "Miss Gloria Swan-son Swan-son entertains four of her ex-husbands ex-husbands at tea!" There were no offspring photographed photo-graphed with Miss Swanson and I don't know to this day whether the Swanson family name will be perpetuated by any of Miss Gloria's Glor-ia's children. The Lucy Stone league once worked out a theory that a woman who prized her own personal per-sonal name above that of her husband could wear her own title. Use of the husband's name by his wife is still demanded by the courts and on legal papers, I believe. The Russians, I'm told, use the simple method of adding a syllable to the maiden name of a woman at her marriage, thus denoting the fact that she is married, but giving no hint at all of who the lucky husband may be. Perhaps we'll have to come to something of the kind what with emancipation of the modern mod-ern woman, equality of the sexes, and all that sort of thing. When a "Miss Frances Perkins" Perk-ins" is married we would merely call her "Mrs. Frances Perkins" and let the husband either speak up or shut up. That would save the awkward phrasing, "Miss Perkins has one daughter." Judge Stump Howdy, folks! Another needed invention is an electr'.caliy-he&ted swimming suit for the bozo who take a plunge in Provo river every morning before breakfast. And, then, there's the near-sighted cop who pasted a traffic slip on an ashcan because it was parked too close to a fire hydrant. GIVES REALISTIC PERFORMANCE j . , Miss Gloria Goidenrod is being hailed by critics as one of the great actresses of the century. While giving a performance on the stage last week, she died so naturally that her life insurance agent, who was in the audience, fainted. Dear Homer: Does Li'l Gee Gee wear becoming dresses? Reader. Yeah, becoming shorter and shorter. If present styles continue, it is only a matter of time until a flapper will be able to store a spare skirt in an empty quinine capsule. One of - the minor mysteries of life is why the thrilling instant in a movie melodrama always comes w'nen you have to get up and let a fat lady and her husband hus-band by. i SPRING POEM 'I In the spring a young wife's fancy Lightly turns to thoughts of hose, lingerie and new spring bonnets And other kinds of clothes. When Joe Bungstarter wa.s shipwrecked, he says he lived on a cracker for a week. Gosh, he must have found it hard to move around! V .; ;.; -,: Superintendent of Insane Asylum Asy-lum Did you get those five men that escaped ? Guard Five? We got 12. And on nis day off, and just to keep in practice, the C'nicago racketeers picks up a hitch-hiker and takes him for a ride. Lal Gee Gee's sweetie, who has been taking lots of exercise TO N.AME OFFICERS International Relations club of B. Y. U. officers for next year wilr be named Monday in faculty room at 4:30 p. m. Candidates are: President, Charles Fish, Ed Moe and Reed Clegg; vice president, Madge Jacobs; Ja-cobs; secretary; Otis Burtan and Bonita LeBeau. " MINING DIVIDEND PORTLAND, Me.', March 12 Stockholders of the Utah Apex Mining- Co., and of Utah Delaware Mining Co. A subsidiary 'of Anaconda Ana-conda Mining Co., today approved consolidation into a new organization organiza-tion to be known as Nationa Tun-nel Tun-nel & Mine company. . , . . Dear Judge: Has there ever been an iceman ice-man as romantic as they're all cracked up to be? I E. D. Well McMingle Fitts of Hobo-ken, Hobo-ken, was said to be such hot stuff that he wore an asbestos suit to keep from melting the ice in his wagon. But the beautiful Widow Zounds learned the truth one day and the McMingle myth was shattered. shat-tered. "Darling," she said to him, "What is it about me that attracts you so?" "Doughnuts and coffee, I guess, ma'am," said McMingle, blushing. "Yes, ma'am, dough-Huts dough-Huts and coffee." . - STUMP, C 193 BV NE SCftVICC. INC " T. M. hEfc. U. S. f AT. OTP. S jrj 'Why don't you kids go over to see the neighbors' children chil-dren before they get over here?" lately, says he is so strnog now that he can hardly puff on a cigaret without inhaling. YE DIARY Lay long abed, pondering over the various thrills of my boyhood, boy-hood, in especial when I did stand at the turn-table at Madison park, after a Sunday afternoon band concert, and, after a wild scramble, scram-ble, succeeded In grabbing the trout croHs-seat of the cable car . . . Anon up and to breakfast. Be a Hair Tonic Salesman! We teach you how! SCIENCE inside lid of the kit. When operrwi-' and connected to an electric light socket, the unit provides a lighted light-ed dressing table which is handy for amateur and professional alike. A real help for professional actors on tour is a portable makeup make-up kit which has just be n placed on the market. Compactly s to ?(.'. in a small suitcase, the kit includes in-cludes a mirror illuminated by two neon lamps, which flank a mirror wnich is fastened to the P.-T. A. POSTPONED SPRING VILLE The Springville P.-T. A. meeting scheduled for Wednesday, March 17, has been postponed until Monday, March 22, President Hilda Cherrington announced today. The change was made because so many local citizens citi-zens and possibly teachers planned plan-ned to attend the state basketball basket-ball tournament in Salt Lake City. The meeting next Monday night will feature talks on music and art by Wallace Martin of the high school music department, and J. F. Wingate, secretary of the art committee. Congress passed a law in 1924 making the Indians citizens and entitling them to a vote if they are otherwise qualified under the laws of the states in which tney reside. ;v- (9- SALUTE TO Jjbue C IN MA Swhkhft BEGIN HEflE TODAY KATE and CAROLINE MEED live on a firm, M.-ed Meadows, with their Indolent, lovable grandfather, grand-father, MAJOR SAM MEED, and two old Negro lervanti, ALTHY and ZEKE. Kate ia engaged to MORGAN PRENTISS, who aeg-leeta aeg-leeta her for EVE EL. WELL,, beautiful beau-tiful and wealthy. Major Meed loaea the farm to JEFF HOWARD, a bitter yoag mountaineer. Kate hatea Jeff for taking their home and treats him Insolently, bat he falls In love with her. Ia desperate need of money, Kate sells her beloved horse. Brown Boy, to a neighbor. Later ahe finds that Jeff Howard has bonght the horse and her resentment re-sentment toward Jeff increases. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXV "W7HEN Saturday came Caroline got out baking materials and spread them over the kitchen table as usual. Walking into the kitchen when Caroline was sifting flour, Kate looked at her accusingly, "That's not for Jeff Howard, is it?" "Why, yes," Caroline answered. "I thought I'd make him a butterscotch butter-scotch pie and coconut cake, for a change of flavors. You needn't help me. Althy's going to mix the butter and sugar." Kate said, "We'll make nothing more in this house for Jeff Howard." Caroline saw that Kate was in earnest. She shrugged and began be-gan to put away flour and baking bak-ing powder and cake pans. "All right," she said, "I'll send him word we're going out of business. But I think it's something like the poor man who said he intended to hang himself and somebody asked him what he'd do for a rope. He said he'd make it out of pride, because pride's stronger than hemp." Kate might have been benefited by this fable if something had not occurred to drive it from her mind. On the living room table was an open newspaper which her grandfather had just laid down. Glancing through it before starting start-ing to dust the room, she came on the announcement of Eve SlwsU's engagement to Morgan Prentiss. The wedding would be in October. That evening at supper she was conscious of tender solicitation on the part of Caroline and Major Meed. She said, "For goodness sake, stop watching me with soft-boiled soft-boiled eyes! I'm bearing up very nicely, thank you. I was expecting expect-ing it. Only I thought they'd elope and not bother with a formal engagement." Major Meed poured skimmed milk over a baked apple and remarked re-marked with admirable philosophy, philoso-phy, "You'll find yourself better off without him, Kate. Just the way I find myself better off without with-out Hyacinth's cream. Too rich a mixture.'' Kate laughed and the tension ?ps relieved. "I suppose the town's buzzing," she said. ... "I believe I'll go to church tomorrow. Looking my best. Wearing a perfectly per-fectly pleasant expression." "That's the spirit," said her grandfather. 'Take one of your other beaus with you." Kate and Caroline exchanged amused glances. It was one of Major Meed's fond and gallant illusions that countless young men were in love with his granddaughters, grand-daughters, ready to kneel at the crook of a finger. VET Kate did have an escort next day. She encountered Johnnie Baird coming from the postoffice, and carelessly invited him to accompany her. "Don't care if I do," Johnnie decided. "Haven't been to church since Easter. By the way, do I look all right?" "You look fine," Kate told him. L"But let's not be late." It was a comfort, she found, to be escorted to the family pew by Johnnie. After all, he had been rather attentive to her once and she had been fond of him, before Morgan had supplanted him. "Could I," she wondered, while Johnnie's good tenor voice rang out over a hymn book, "manage to catch him again? . . . And could I fall for him if I did? It would save my pride. . . . Johnnie's kind. Not a pauper, either. . . ." Yet when, that night, Johnnie came driving out to Rickety House, bringing Cynthia Chenault and two young men and melons enough for a party, Kate felt no elation. "Here I am," Johnnie's eyes told her, "ready to begin again where we left off ready to step into Morgan's shoes " While the others arranged themselves them-selves on pillows on the porch steps, Kate and Johnnie walked down the star-lit road. "I've always al-ways had a weakness for country roads in the dark," he said. "What smells so sweet?" "August lilies," Kate told him. "There's a clump in bloom just over by the fence. Don't pay any attention to them. They'd make a rock sentimental." Johnnie lit a cigaret and said huskily, "I could get that way if you'd let me " "Some other time, Johnnie," Kate said quickly. "Not tonight. Let's just be crazy tonight. Let's make limericks, the way we used to." "Limericks!" Johnnie protested. "Why did I ever get myself a reputation for those things?" A horse neighed in the pasture. "Is that Brown Boy?' Johnnie wanted to know. "No," Kate replied shortly. "Go on, Johnnie. Make a limerick. Make one about about King Carol of Rumania, . Johnnie looked up at the stars, inhaled and presently chanted, slowly and obediently: "See Carol in gold lace and saber Reviewing his army. What labort-He labort-He never fatigues us, In fact, he intrigues us. And so does his red-headed neighbor." neigh-bor." Kate applauded. "That's the gem of your career, Johnnie! I'll write it down in my book tonight, along with your others. I did . pretty good one myself last week. Listen to this " rTKE old game was on, and Kate kept the star-lit walk down the dark road free from sentiment. senti-ment. It was not until they were entering the yard that Johnnie said quickly, "I meant to tell you, Kate I'd like to take Morgan's place if you'll let me. If you feel the need of somebody, I mean, to fetch and carry for you " Kate felt a surge of gratitude at the almost tactful way in which Johnnie was trying to readjust their relationship, disposing of Morgan, yet not ignoring him. Johnnie Baird, in the week that followed, did not conceal the fact that he was renewing his courtship court-ship of Kate Meed. Everyone seemed glad, so Kate tried to feel glad, too. "Can I bear to marry him?" she asked herself. By way of experiment experi-ment she let herself be kissed by him, hoping to find the answer there. But, while the process was not repellent, neither was it thrilling. thrill-ing. Because it was not thrilling she was impatient with both herself her-self and Johnnie. Johnnie found the kiss stimulating stimu-lating enough. He repeated it with increasing ardor. "I'm crazy about you, Kate," he said. "I don't know when I wasn't Win you marry me? Please, Kate! We could beat Morgan and Eve to it. Let's, Kate!" "Good old Johnnie," she thought gratefully. "Wanting to "Save my pride almost as much as he wants to marry me. Good old Johnnie. Why can't I?" Yet something stronger than reason made her lift her hand to his chest and push him away. "I can't, Johnnie. I simply cant. The bad luck's mine, but I cant get the right reaction." She spoke with the flippancy of modem youth, but she was deadly ia earnest. - Johnnie said impatiently, "SomeJ body's standing in my light, blot ting me out. Morgan, of course ; Still Morgan! How long before he : fades out, Kate?" Kate let him think the shadow v between them was Morgan. She f let herself think it She was afraid V to face the truth. yi (To Be Ccntlmiedl 1 ' - - - - -.. W j |