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Show WEDNESDAY, MAY 3, 1922. THE WEEER HERALD 'RIGHT WlfiS FOB WEBER I S. A. R, CONTEST (Continued from l'age One) murderer, and the nullifying of law. "Aside from our law forces being pathetically incompetent, our courts are tragically inadequate. They are falling steadily behind in their work from year to year. There are criminal cases that have been on the docket In New York city for two years, the locket as a whole being about a year and one-half behind. Indictments pending in federal courts in 1921 numbered 79,999 as compared with 9000 for 1912. In the meantime, these criminals continue to plunder society by desercating our laws. If ever the culprit Is convicted, it is too long after the crime has been committed to provide a lesson for the criminally inclined. This situation brings home with impelling force, the fact that the millions of dollars the American people have invested in their forces of law, are paying debasing dividends in nefarious crime. The burden of providing police protection, the ponderous machinery of justice, and the maitnenance of penal institutions, is imposed upon the people, and yet their property is insecure, and their lives and liberty jeopardized. "The present laxity of law enforcement creates a disrespect for all law. The American tendency to disregard those laws which seem inconvenient, . has a pernicious effect upon all legal institutions. Among all classes and in all sections of the country the Eighteenth amendment Is ignored. The demoralizing consequence is the dishonoring of all law. Chicago and Milwaukee, notoriously known for the illegal sale of illicit liquor, have become two of the most lawless centers In the Untied States. The germ of disrespect for one law has contaminated great masses, and the? cities have become sinfully diseased.. Only yesterday the police commission of Chicago publicly announced to the nation that citizens of Chicago have to pay bomb tribute for the sare erection of any home, arid that murder can be committed in the presence of witnesses and the law is powerless to bring the slayer to justice. "It is only natural that the abuse of one law leads to the desecration of another. Petty thieving leads to grand larceny. Robbery often leads to murder. People cannot expect to violate laws, personally distatsterul, and compel others to obey all laws. All are governed by the same government, and all must accept its rules of conduct. To allow lavity of law anywhere means laxity everywhere. Ob-versely, a rigid enforcement of law decreases crime. England has gained a universal reputation for unfliching government and has been rewarded by having fewer murders in all the nation than our verostiy has permitted in the city of Chicago alone. It is England's boast that every criminal is captUTed within 12 hours after the perpetration of crime. It is the boast of some Americans in . our border towns that the law Is not strong enough to catch a murderer. If this be the case, order and governmetn are being superseded by disorder and anarchy."To violate law is to strike at the very bulwark of government. In the countries where law is law, order prevails, property is protected, and the safety of the people is secure.Out-Anglo-Saxon brothers, England and Canada, unyielding in the supremacy of law, enjoy the blessings of tranquil life more than any other nations, for they do not yield to crime. In Russia exactly the opposite conditions exist. There, government has not been strong enough to even attempt national enforcement. The individual does as he pleases, property rights are controverted, crime is rampant, the government is toterin, and life itself is dangerously uncertain. While America is not confronted with a trembling transition from despotism to so-vietism, yet today because of her legal laxity she is threatened with an insidious internal organization. Criminal forces in America are becoming highly organized and effective. Authorities estimate that at present there are 350,000 professional criminals in the United States. If these organized criminals ever become as powerful as organized law enforcers, America would be ready for anarchy and bolshevism. Must America concede to them while they are yet controllable? Should we stand idly by while the forces of crime undermine our national character and gnaw at the very vitals of our government? "There are those who admit the destructive dangers of the alarming avalanche of crime but cannot see the possibilities of Improvement. Certainly, efficiency demands a creater vigilance in detecting crime, and a speedier method of dispatching justice. But the most effective way of enforcing law, however, is to have true public sentiment support the law. Unless the people elect officers who will enforce the laws and then support those officers In the performance of their duty, a real enforcement of la wis practi-callv impossible. The remedy for law violation lies in the sincere realization by all, that to disregard any law iB to encourage crime and weaken the government. We. fellow citizens, can support, our country by allowing no personal ridicule of our laws; by-speaking forth boldly In the defense of law rather than acquiescing In its violation by remaining silent. If we will report every infraction of laws that comes to our attention and support all who help in their enforcement, our laws will become as effective as those of any other nation in the world. "While our legislators are providing for more efficient officers and courts, let the American people universally denounce the lavity of laws, lest a hur-rieane of crime, sweeping over our country, cast us into a maelstrom of turmoil and deadly confusion. Should we withhold our sentiments, forget our demands, when our own lives and property are in danger of destruction, and the stability of the American government hangs in the balance? "Fellow Americans, awake to the inevitable truth. 1et your demands for I more rigid enforcement of your laws i go forth broadcast over this nation, that the evil menace of crime may be eradicated. Upon your shoulders rests the responsibility of preserving American democracy. Let that lour acclaim tor a better execution of our laws, spring forth in spirit from the heart of very true citizen, that immediate action may be taken to preserve the true standards of America." oo 0 STUDENTS TO GRADUAT (Continued from Page One) proximately 30 additional names are ; expected when the complete list is ; arrived at: GENERAL HIGH SCHOOL. I Almira Peterson Marjorie Johansen Mamie Stallings Inez Stallings Junius Tribe Gladys White Doris Taylor Robert Wilkinson Sylvia Nelson Leonard Judkins Gladys Hunter Eva Garfield Leonard Wright Aura Bennett Claude Helm Hugh Moves "Vernon Taylor Natalie Bagley Karl Chugg J. M. Bantord Marguerite Williamsea Hazel Stone Dorothy Campbell Marguerite Rogers Ilah Naisbitt Joseph Anderson Almeda Newman Jennie Rigby Olga Smith Raymond Poulter Ruth Agren Venn?. Deamer Elliott Wright-Francis Huband Lila Brown Vernald Johns Alton Halverson Alta Maw Susio Mower Gladys Shaw Mary Eamcs Lottie Barker Elva Moss Chester Engslrom Lula Giles Flora Rfcees Nellio Ward Myrtle Allen Wcallha Bramwell Chester Stallings Valliciia Johansen Ruby Hadfield Mario Glenn Helen Tanner Reed Nelson Thera Cordon Floyd BarnetL Fern Foulger Van Eliot Heniger Edwin Vest. Frank Douglas LITERARY COURSE. Lenore Croft Willard Marriott Flora E. Douglas SCIENCE COURSE. Joseph Jeppson Howard Belnap Henslev Cortez DOMESTIC SCIENCE AND ARTS. Hazel Bingham Doris Browning Leone Fowler Luella Anderson Ora Lowe Norma Stewart Anafred Banl'ord Marv Naisbitt FOUR-YEAR COMMERCIAL Grace Parry Rosabelle Nordquist Gladys Stone Sara Spencer Helen Slater Eugene Holmes Edris Christensen Florence Van Zweden Coelin Ross Thomas Smith TWO-YEAR COMMERCIAL. Ella Johnson Marie Anderson oo THAT "TODAY" STUFF In Mr. Harvey Taylor's classes, As most of the students know. They were required to write a paper, The student told me so. The paper, they were so enthused about Was to be a masterpiece on "Today," 1C he'd made a demand on me like that, This Is what, to him, I'd say "You. of course, know old Rip Van Winkle, W'bo slept twenty years overnight, And woke up that twenty years later After the British and Dutch had a fight. How to him everyUiitt look4 so dif ferent, He must have been surprised, I'll say; But if he'd only slept on and on. Could you imagine his wake today? "Instead of finding a wetness. To quench a twenty-year thirst, He'd find either "bootleg" or "Coca Cola." He could calmly drink till he'd burst. He might miss the wife and her beatings.So he'd go to her little nest, And find in its place a tall sky-scraper (Dame Winkle would have taken her rest.) "Instead of riding his horses, Or slowly on his sleepy ass. He'd hnve to either depend on the streetcar. Or speed up the street on gas. Or maybe, instead of the hotness That his pals would have experienced by now, Ho could take to the air in an aero-pla ne. Getting nearer to the Divine, that's how. "Old Rip m,ipht be the attraction at the sideshow. Or, in fact, take his pick of careers; He might, in the cabaret, adopt the shimmy dance And sh:ike off the rust of his years. He could say a few words on the wire- And leL them rattle 'round the earth. And in no time to echo behind him. Thereby exciting his medieval mirth. "Rut I ni afraid the old boy would ha i "OUST THOU ART, TO 1L"ST Il-TlKNKST."The brilliant orange sun disappeared behind the low hills which surrounded a small portion of the painted desert. On its train it left a beautiful picture. The sky represent cd a huge canvas on which a, young artist had splashed bright colors, and because of carelessness had neglected to arrange them in the artistic conventional style. Purple shadows enveloped the favorite haunt of the buzzard, the rattlesnake and the coyote. l.'p a well-worn trail appeared a man, leading two weary puck horses. His destination was a small sprint which bubbled from the bosom of Mother Earth like a. human thing understanding and satisfying the passions of men. Slowly the man approached the water. His dull eyes lighted as he viewed the life-giving liquid so essential to the welfare of men. Yes, this would be his home! Here he would work, and prove himself a man for her'-sakel In the twilight he erected his tent, made his fire and prepared his supper. As the coals slowly turned to gray, the man sat motionless, his mind very alert, staring into the darkness. Long after the fire was dead and the coyote howling his evening chant to the moon, the man sat, planning the vague future. When the first signs of the coming day appeared, the man was active. He had work to do if he fulfilled all the bright promises he had made to himself the night before. Let us forget the long struggle in the year that followed. By hard work he succeeded in erecting a one-room adobe hut, and in the creation of a small garden where he kept his vegetables, and her favorite flower the white rose. Near the end of summer, the man now an experienced prospector discovered the object of his ardent search gold! Carefully, selfishly, he hoarded the precious metal, because his happiness depended upon it. In the early winter, a report was rumored over the country that bandits were alive and actively engaged in the killing of moneyed men whereever possible. The man was not much worried because of his isolation. He had been visited by no man since he arrived in the great desert. His lack of fear did not produce carelessness, however, for he took advantage of every available means to insure protection. One night after the man had gone to bed three horsemen appeared, coming slowly up the trail. In the moonlight gleamed the cartridges carried in the belts which were wrapped over their shoulders, under their arms, and around their waists. The guns were held in front of the riders. The great gonudo sombreros presented a menacing appearance as the horsemen hurried forward. As they approached the house, one rode suddenly ahead and knocked with his gun on the door. No response. Again he hammered. Still no response! He became impatient and called, "Gringo, come out!" No one appeared, so the three dismounted and prepared to push the door in. The man, who had scrambled out of the window at the back of the hut, appeared at the side of the house. "Gringo, come out or we will bring you out, dead or alive!" "Que quiries?" demanded the man. "Quo! Gold! Bring us your gold!" "I have no gold." "We know better. Give us your gold." "I can't. I haven't any." "Give us your gold or your life, gringo! Choose!" and the speaker stroked his rifle. The man opened the door and disappeared into the darkness within. Soon he came back with a small portion of his treasure. "Este es tody?" (Is this all?) "Si, senor." The horsemen accepted the gold, mounted their mustangs, and rode away. The man walked to the spring, returned, walked around the house and finally entered the hut. The coyote, away out on the desert, wailed the death howl to the white stars. The man heard, but heeded not. When he threw himself on his bed, his head was whirling. His dream was postponed. He still had to he patient, but he would work still harder to make a man of himself in her eyes. When he had fallen asleep, the horsemen again appeared on the trail. They dismounted some distance from the house and approached it slowly, stealthily. At the back of the house they stopped. One advanced to the Httle window, lighted a match and peered into the blackness in the hut. His pistol was aimed at the sleeper's head. The match flickered and went out. The pistol cracked in the stillness. A startled scream was the only answer. Then silence' The horsemen entered the house and looted everything in sight. One discovered the gold and, with an oath, secreted it in his shirt. His suspicions were confirmed, and now he had his revenge. Even the clothes of the dead were removed, and the body kicked into a corner. Everything which was not valuable was piled in the heap on the floor and set on fire. The bandits tramped through the garden and when the white rose was discovered it was torn from its secluded corner by one who was tin-conscientiously merciful to the beautiful cultured plant which would have perished 'without tender care. With the coming of dawn the horsemen, with the ponies of the m urdered man, disappeared again down the trail. Soon the sun smiled on this rum of happiness again the haunt of the buzzard, the rattlesnake and the coyote. NELL JACKSON. -oo- JTST MARY ANN". It was on one of these beautiful rrornings when the air eeems so very fresh and the birds so merry that .Mary Ann could be seen rlltting about in the garden. At the moment she was very' angry as angry as a sweet tempered girl could be at Smoke, whom she had just found tramping on the hyacin th-s. "Now, Smoke, you naughty, bad wiser. In fact, weary with the old world so new ; He'd sit and ponder over the good ol' days, He'd be sure to he feeling blue. For you sec, old Rip belongs to yesterday.With its licker, bosses and hay. Just as we belong to the prese.'it. That's why I love today." EDWIN" STOKER. boy! How many times do you have to be told to stay off those hyacinths?"Smoke wagged his tail and looked pleadingly into her fair face. Mary Ann's big heart melted at once and a few tears crept timidly down her cheek. She had been so brave during the sickness and death of her mother so very brave that it was almost beyond endurance. Her small savings had just covered the funeral expense and Mary Ann. with Smoke, had secured employment as matron to Baby Marion, twu-year-old daughter of Mr. J. W. VanDorf. Now, Mrs. VanDorf's social gatherings were of such an Important nature that the responsibility and duties of a mother were necessarily shifted on Mary Ann's shoulders. She wondered if but just then came the patter of little footsteps and the voice of Baby Marlon followed by the more sturdy step of Mrs. VanDorf herself. "Mary". I am leaving for Long Island at 3 o'clock today," explained Mrs. VanDorf. "I am leaving you in full charge of the house and will expect you to keep everything in order. If my son Jimmy returns from college for the week-end will you please get his meals and teke care of his room?" With these instructions Mary Ann was left alone in the large house with Marion and Smoke. The afternoon went swiftly by and Mary Ann found herself tucked in bed, just a trifle uneasy. She wondered if she had locked all of the doors and windows. But of course she had. That was just her nervousness: and, with this thought in mind, she soon fell asleep. About 12 o'clock Mary Ann awoke with a start. At first she thought it was Smoke. But no; the noise she heard was that made by a human, tiptoeing about. The room was dark and cold and a thrill fcof fear came over her as she hunted for candle, and started down the stairs. Just as she reached trie bottom of the stairs a door was flung open and out came Jimmy with his mother's jewel box. "Why Jimmy Jimmy VanDorf! What on earth are you doing and what does this mean?" After muttering a few vile words out came the truth. "Hang it all! Why in the devil did you have to appear on the scene? But now you've caught me, I guess you must know. I'm in a scrape the worst kind of a scrape and I'm going to pawn these jewels to get the money to get me out of it. Yes, pawn my mother's jewels. A cowardly trick, "but It's got to be done. Now, as for you, you've got to hold your tongue. If my mother knew it, it would kill her. Make oer believe the house was robbed or anything." "But Jimmy, there hasn't been a robbery in the neighborhood for years. Besides, it is not probable that she would believe that." "I guess not. At any rate keep your mouth shut." A few long strides and he was gone-. Mary stood as if dazed. It had happened so suddenly that it was almost beyond her comprehension, The following morning Mary was up almost at daybreak, after a sleepless night. She had accomplished the daily duties of the household and was giving Marion her morning bath when Mrs. VanDorf suddenly entered the room. "Hello, Mary; how's everything? I got home sooner than I anticipated, but you know I almost forgot about the charity ball tonight. Didn't Jimmy come home?" Mary shuddered. "Why why, no, Mrs. VanDorf.' Mary did not knotr that Mrs. VanDorf's keen eyes had been aware of her peculiarly nervous attitude; nor did she realize anything until the furious mistress of the house returned from her bedroom filled with anger. "You wretch you miserable wretch! What have you done with my jewels? Speak. Did you take them? Speak, you thief!" Strangely, it had never occurred to Mary that she would be accused, and the accusations just ma5e by Mrs. Van Dorf turned her deathly pale. After a moment's reflection on the scene of the night before, she made up her mind. "Yes, I took the jewels, Mrs. VanDorf, for reasons which I cannot give." "Poor excuse. 'For reasons which you cannot give!' The idea of such a thing! Probably it won't feel so nice to room in Jail for a while. At any rate it will be interesting news for the papers. Mary's heart stpod still. She crept out of the house, called Smoke, and disappeared down the street. She would not stay to be wrongly accused and she could not b,ear the thoughts of the night before. Three hours later found her on a country road with not a house in sight. Black clouds darkened the sky and soon the rain came down in torrents.Jimmy entered his mother's house, wet, ashamed and repentent. He threw a soiled jewel box on the table and sulked in a chair. A knock was heard followed by his mother's footsteps."Oh, is It you, Mr. Officer? Well, she has disappeared. I can't find her any place. The wretch has deliberately stolen the jewels and escaped." Jimmy VanDorf, startled and surprised, jumped to his feet. The situation was perfectly clear to him. She. Mary Ann, had taken the blame and gone; no one knew where. In two minutes he was in his racer, traveling at a terrific rate and in two hours he returned carrying his victim. Mary Ann's days or conva lescence were days of pleasure, especially for Jimmy, who declared that he couldn't think of returning to college for at least two weeks, for several reasons. Jimmy's reasons were unconsciously. explained to his mother by his frank expressions. "Hang it all, mother, why didn't you tell a feller that you had a pippin' like her around ?" -oo A PSALM OF SCHOOL. (With Apologies to Longfellow.) Tell me not in mournful numbers, School is but an empty dream. And it wants no one that slumbers, Lessons are not what they seem. School is study, hard and earnest, Graduation is its aim, If thou work'st, 'tis much thou learn-est,And wilt leave the school with fame. Not enjoyment and not sorrow, Ts the Freshie's end or way. Think, you're a Senior of tomorrow. Though you don't lpnrn much each day. Live? of Seniors all remind us, I. clothes prices that appeal but price isn't everything in these great suits and topcoats. it's the quality that makes them the values of years. that means you're guaranteed the utmost satisfaction the thing we des'ire and the thing you seek. young men's suits. $20 to $50 We must strive to do our best, And departing, leave behind us, Notebooks that will help the rest. Notebooks that perhaps a freshie, Sailing o'er school's troubled main A forlorn, and shipwrecked Freshie, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doin?:, With a heart for any fate. And, by constantly reviewing, Learn enough to graduate. Lillian Hayes. : oo HOW I MET HER. Upon a stroll one day I chanced, My fortune for to find; And lo, on a fair maid I glanced. One of the pretty kind. Lightly she tripped o'er the long green grass, Her golden curls over her shoulders flung; I watched and watched this lovely lass. For all my heart and love she'd won. She stopped beneath the old elm boughs, And in a hammock laid; If you would know of all my vows, You should have listened to what I said. But, if you should gather all the sunbeams,From the sunniest days of June; ' And the marigolds and pansies, In the brightest of their bloom. Add to these red roses, And blue violets, my dear sir, You'd only have a half way idea Of the winsome face to her. oo Statistics of the mechanical drawing class of Weber, show that the instructor (inquire for particulars) has a more outstanding record for sluffing than any member of the class. The ticket drive for the cantata, "The Martyrs," was placed in the hands of the classes and the alumni of the school. oo Women in Arabia perfume their bodies by reclining over hot coals on which 'have been sprinkled myrrh and spices. 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