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Show PAGE POUR PROVO (UTAH) EVENING HERALD, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 1,5, 1936 The Every Afternoon except Saturday aud Sunday MurntoK Published by the Hr-rald Corpotation, 60 South First Wjst siret-t, J'rovo, Utah. Kntered as second-class matter at the postoffice in Provo, Utah, under the act of March S, 1879. Oilman, Nicoll & Iluthman, National Advertising representatives. New York, San Francisco, Detroit. Boston, J.os Angeles, Seattle, Chicago. Member United Press, N. 10. A. Service, Western Features and the Scripps 1agut of Newspapers. Subscription terms by earlier in Utah county r,0 rents the month, $2.75 for six months, in advance; the year in advance; by mail in Utah county, in advance, $4 50; outside Utah county, J&.00. Liberty tkroagfc all Ike lBd" Those who are governed least are governed best." 'The power to lav is the School Board Member Retires Nowhere in public life is there more unselfish service performed than on the school board. The small remuneration remuner-ation is no incentive to seek the position, which really involves in-volves a jjreat deal of personal sacrifice. We are reminded aain of this fact because of the retirement re-tirement of John T. Taylor from school board work after 10 years of service as a member from the Fourth municipal ward. In Mr. Taylor the board is losing a dependable, conscientious con-scientious member who always endeavored to work for the good of the schools as a whole. His fellow members on the board, the superintendent and clerk, expressed their keen appreciation for his valued services at the final meeting. Nothing was said about him which was not genuinely deserved. The Herald joins with the board, the teachers and the community in these tributes to a modest, fair-minded and faithful public servant. Sweden Offers Moral Equivalent of War Some time ago a philosopher remarked that what the world needs most today is a moral -equivalent for war. By this he meant that war. for all its Jnorrors, does call on men to submerge themselves in a higher cause, to offer themselves to danger, discomfort, and death for the sake of a general idea of service to their fellows. And there is something some-thing about the human race that makes such a call irresistible. irresist-ible. Oddly enough, Signor Mussolini's bombs seem to have given a taste of the philosopher's equivalent for war to the young men of Sweden. A Swedish Rt'd Cross unit in Ethiopia was bombed by Italian flyers. Sweden flamed wkh indignation. It demanded de-manded that its government retaliate not by making war on Italy, but by sending out to Ethiopia hundreds of doctors, nurses, and stretcher-bearers to take the place of the unit tli at was destroyed. And here is the interesting part .about it. No sooner was this projxisal made than young men all over the country coun-try began to volunteer for such service. They didn't kn.ow whether the government would go ahead with the plan or not. but they volunteered anyway by the hundred, by the thousand. Man may be basically a very s is a great streak of pure chivalry vhance to live easilv and luxuriously rourse: but otter him a chance to get kicked all over the map, for no pay at all except the inner satisfaction, that comes from knowing that he is a man serving some cause higher than himself, and you are apt to get trampled underfoot under-foot in the rush of volunteers. The dangerous callings are never undermanned. Youth is always standing in line for a chance to die horribly in the trenches, or to wrestle the Arctic darkness and cold, or to fly rickety planes over illimitable oceans, or to take a chance on fever and starvation in tropic jungles. It can't be scared off. Why is this? Simply because there is in human nature something that leaves a man forever dissatisfied unless he gets a chance to identify himself with something bigger than he is something which .at the same time, promises to demand all the heroism and self-sacrifice he has in him. That is what these young Swedes saw in this Red Cross business, anrd they jumped at it. Youth has always behaved the same way, and it always will; and in that fact lies a force that occasionally changes the face of the world. So far. we have pretty much ignored that force, except when we need soldiers. Some day we shall find out how to use it, how to make youth's eagerness to immolate itself work for the benefit of all humanity. When we do, the race will start to go places. j SIDE GLANCES I I ' f IWtYMCAtEBVlCt. Wfc T. H. WtO. V 9. PAT. Off . ' ' 'mr I tJont know what she can expect of you. You haven't even made those arrangements for her screen test." Herald power to destroy." Thomas Jefferson. lt ish animal, but there in him. Offer him a and he will accept it. of - By George Clark O0T OUR WAY A U THINK! TUt NK J WHERE ? i) 1? 7 r-7 P1? yoy pot it ? we ; ; -fi,,..', w. - -Vf U COME HeREWCK I'VE , ftZ& ir- 6oT Mv WE-AP CAUGHT I fc 1 C OA 1A iA fv ) V6i93sVwCrsVv.ck:c. BORN THIRTY YEARS TOO SOOM I aT"T 7lJ Howdv. tolKs! When a wne tells her hustmnd he's the grandest thing, and it isn't just before Christinas or her birthday or their wedding anniversary, an-niversary, and she doesn't want a new hat and he hasn't sent her candy or flowers and she's not puiling for a fur coat that's love, boy, that's love I if. if. if. if. Most of the candidates who say they have no axes to grind wouldn't know how to grind them if they did. if. if. if. if. The Democrats .say a lot of GOP candidates are. handpicked. The Demos should advertise their candidates a;; untouched by human hu-man hands. And then wrap them in cellophane. cello-phane. if. if. if. if. Tough jobs: Trying to tell an apartment dweller surrounded on three sides by radios, squawling babies, barking dogs, auto horns battling married couples, boiling cabbage and tap dancers on the floor above -that he has social security. if. if. if. if. Those poor, worried men you see going about are war veterans trying to puzzle out how to spend their bonus. if. if. if. if. Joe Bungstarter today denied his wife's charge that he drinks like a fish. Nobody ever saw a fish drink out of a bucket, says Joe. if. if. if. if. HMYN OF HATE The guy I'm hating, Can you doubt it .' Is always asking: How's about it?" if. if. if. if. AUTO HINTS ; button won't put on no matter how hard The horn the brakes. you push it. Always remember that the one-light one-light driver is probably half-witted too. Civilization is a thing that allows al-lows a guy with a f ive-miles-an-hour brain to drive a 60-miles-an-hour car. If you kill somebody with a two-ounce projective you get life: if you kill somebody with a two-ton two-ton projectile, you get fined $2 and costs. Just as Americans are getting back on their feet, along come reckless drivers and knock them off again. if. if. if. Li'l Gee Gee isn't her bov friend vet. speaking to Last Christ - mas she asked him for something nice tor arounu ner necK ana ne gave her a bar of soap. if, if. if. if. Visitors say the west isn't as wild as it was. They should come around a little later when we're making out income tax returns. if. if. if. if. "Daddy, what does 'pro and con' mean?" "They're opposites, my son like progress and congress." if. if. if. if. Please do not talk to operator. SCIENCE I A French automobile manufacturer manufac-turer only recently brought out something new in automobiles an automobile that you can see at night. These automobiles are painted with a luminous compound. com-pound. However, this manufacturer, manufac-turer, instead of using the more common radium paint, he is using one of the barium preparations which store up sunlight. The manufacturer argues that his method of painting car will increase in-crease safety on the roads at night, since visibility is increased. S s y ' Washington Merry -Go-Round (Continued from Page One) I - flagship, the Maryland. And the captain of the Pennsylvania (who, some naval officers suspect, did not like Admiral Reeves) marked down a hit for the Maryland on the Pennsylvania's control room. Theoretically, the control room was blown up. Admiral Reeves was in the control room. Theoretically Theoreti-cally therefore, he was killed. The admiral was quite indignant about this. He did not like the idea of being killed, especially on his own flagship. However, the captain of the ship said he had been killed and there was nothing much Reeves could do about it. ' But when the umpires checked j the reports of the two battleships, ' they found that the Maryland j theoretically had fired no shots. ' Therefore, the control room was intact, as was also the bristling j beard of Admiral Reeves. j NOTE Hepburn is considered cne of the most brilliant strate-' gists in the navy. Relatively j young, he favors a revolutionary j clean-up of navy personnel, is not i popular with the older sea-dogs. j COMMENTATOR ;; Among the hundreds of personal person-al messages received by the president presi-dent congratulating him on his' message to congress was one from' General Hugh S. Johnson. i As one of the New Deal's most I caustic critics recently. Johnson's j telegram was particularly appre- i ciated by the president. He, singled it out for special mention j to close friends. 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Persistent reports reac- Washington that the new Florida canal project is splitting the state in more ways than one. Some Floridans south of the canal advocate secession to form a new state. . . . Mrs. Harry Hopkins is trying to break her husband of a bad habit. He takes his glasses off. sticks one end in the corner of his mouth, and lets them dangle there while he talks. . . Staunch friend cf Republican John G. Win-ant Win-ant of the social security board is Democratic Fred Brown, senator sen-ator from New Hampshire. Brown admires Winant in spite of a trouncing he once got at Winant's hands in the race for governor of New Hampshire. ... A trick of speech has been learned by Jim Wadsworth. New York congressman. congress-man. When he follows another member who has shouted himself him-self hoarse trying to make an unruly un-ruly house pay attention, Wads-worth Wads-worth gets up and speaks in a auiet one. The contrast makes members quiet down to hear him. . . Blind Congressman Matt Dunn of Pennsylvania likes to travel by plane. If he pays out a bill he knows it's not a $1 bill. He keeps them in seperate places in his bill-fold. . . . The women members of congress are seldom seen together. (Copyright 1936. by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) Spaniard Previous Puzzle to the throne. 20 To relieve. 21 God of love. 22 Black bird. 24 Rootstock. 25 Entrance. 26 Italian city. 28 Desert animal 29 Supped. 30 To exist 31 Finale. 34 Soft spot in l coal seam. 36 Night before. 35 Twin crystals. 41 Verbal. 4 2 Form of "they." 44 Mass of bread 4 5. Too. 46 Row of a series. 45 Consumer. 4! Narrative poem. 50 Exclamation. 51 Halt. 52 Observed. 54 Stream ob- st ruction. 56 God VERTICAL 1 Position. 2 Rubber tree. 3 Sloths. 4 Famous. 5 Reddish-brown 6 Olive shrub. 7 Assessment amount. 8 Prickly covering cover-ing of a nut. t Unit. K Tennis fence. IS Shatters. 1! He is -presumptive Forum and Dyke Will Enable Road Across Lake EDITOR Herald-Sometime Herald-Sometime ago I wrote an article suggesting to the Tintic people that instead of a road on the west of what was once Utah lake, that they dike the lake wide enough for a roadway on top. This would serve two purposes dikiner and a roadway. I would suggest the dike from the mouth of Provo river north to the high banks, with a ditch back of the dike for seepage water, using the old river bed for the seepage. When Deer Creek project is carried out, the course of the river should be changed, beginning begin-ning near the railroad bridge, running northwest, just south of the sugar beet slicer, striking the green knolls north of Charle's Madsens home, emptying into the clipper bay slough. This would shorten the route of the river to the lake less than one fourth the distance it now takes, and in a few years of high water raise the Clipper bay slough to the height cf the dike. Ir this diking is done while the lake is low the cost will not be great. The dike should be surfaced on the lake side with cobble rock. There are some who have expressed ex-pressed the thought we will never have a Utah lake again, but I am 'of the opinion we will, and let us hope we will as it has been and will be again one of the beauty spots of Utah. ANDREW KNUDSEN Births Far Outnumber Deaths at Payson PAYSON A report compiled by by the registrar of vital statistics stat-istics for Payson shows an unusual unus-ual comparison of certificates registered for 1935. There were 129 births registered and 44 deaths or almost 3 to one. Births numbered num-bered 67 male and 62 females. The record for 1934 snower 123 births and 63 deaths, or about two to one which is the aerage comparison com-parison for most years in this district. dis-trict. The Golden Feather by Robert Bruc O kjj nea smc, i. CHAPTER XXVII A BIG dark blue sedan sped swiftly along the concrete road. Its driver slouched behind the wheel, a cigaret drooping from his lips, his air one of carefree negligence; negli-gence; but his eyes were alert, and his hands held the wheel firmly as the car hummed along at an eren 65 miles an hour. Beside him sat a broad-shouldered, athletic young man in a gray suit and a Panama hat. He sat half-turned, his arm over the back of the front seat, so that he could talk to the two men in the rear. One of them was small and dapper, a felt hat pulled low over his eyes; as he raised his left hand to take a cigaret from his mouth It could be seen that the hand lacked the index finger. The man beside him was burly, with a brick-red face and sparse red hair. He stared absently at the youth In the front seat with eyes of a light, expressionless blue-pale blue-pale eyes that, when you looked at them, seemed to be frighteningly cold and hard. "Once again," he said, "you say the gas button is back at the cashier's cash-ier's desk?" The man in front nodded. "An he can kick It without moving mov-ing off his stool," said the red-haired red-haired man meditatively. "Yeah. That's It." "Okay. I'll take care of him. Shorty waits at the wheel. Wingy comes with me you say you got to do the covering, outside, Oklahoma?" Okla-homa?" The man in the front seat nodded again. "Yeah. They got me too well spotted when I cased the joint" THHE red-haired man frowned slightly. "We could use you inside," in-side," he said. "I'm just telling you," said the man in front, "I'm not going in that bank. Seer There was a brief silence. "Okay," said the red-haired man, at last. "You'll be on the steps, then." The other patted a sub-machine gun which lay in his lap, and nodded. nod-ded. "With Annie," he said. The car came up a low rise, swung to the left, and came to the outskirts of a little town. The driver eased its speed down to a sedate 25, and the car slid silently down a tree-lined street, past white houses that drowsed amid shaded lawns. The curb before the bank was vacant and the car unostentatiously drew up to a halt beside It. The driver did not shut the motor off: Agin 'Em PROVO SHOULD GO AFTER PROJECTS How much longer are we going to sit about, talk about and fight about those things that we most urgently reauire. but have not the gumption to go out and get while the getting seems to be good ? Some years ago a friend of mine from the east, an outstanding, cultured cul-tured and very practical gentleman gentle-man who had come here with the intention of making this city his home, expressed himself as follows: fol-lows: "Possessed Of linlimitoH natural resources and an apparent desire on the part of its good citizens citi-zens to develop them, there seems to be something radically wrong with this community that must be rectified, or Provo will remain forever just what it is today the best NEXT YEAR town on the American continent." For the past year or more, and at a time when it should be most appreciated, the government has been doing its utmost to get us to "get a move on" ourselves and accep its offers to aid us in get ting those things, that if we hope to grow and develop, we must have. The big Deer Creek project, proj-ect, the largest and most important import-ant of these, involving the expenditure expen-diture of millions, most of which would go for labor, and an unlimited un-limited water supply which at present is unavailable, seems no nearer to a reality than it was when first proposed. I say thi.s with a full understanding of what already has been done. A government vaDDroDriation of almost a quarter of a million dol- m-a , ieueiai hm Minn omtn K a V building suitable for the require ments of this city for years to come, is going begging for no ether reason than that we can't agree on a place to put it. The construction of a building, of this kind would not only be an architectural archi-tectural asset of which any city might be proud, but it would also help greatly to relieve a labor situation that every day is growing grow-ing more acute. Are we going to quibble away this splendid opportunity oppor-tunity to improve and enrich our city? And now comes the news that in spite of the unjustifiable slap in the face from some of our elec- instead ne simpiy snutea into tow gear, kept his foot on the clutch pedal, and lolled behind the wheel in the deceptively careless manner which seemed to be his unvarying habit. The doors of the car opened. The two men in the back seat got out first; the red-haired man kept one hand in his coat pocket, and the smaller one folded his arms to carry a large, ungainly something under his coat. They looked casually cas-ually up and down the street and walked Into the bank, the red-haired red-haired man in the lead. Then the broad-shouldered youth in the front seat walked up the steps and stood by the door, a sub-machine gun in his hands. rpHE bank was quiet and peace-ful, peace-ful, inside. Mr. Hobart, back at the cashier's cage, was counting out a thin sheaf of bills to a farm er; he looked up and smiled a dry, banker's smile as the farmer pocketed pock-eted the money and stepped away, and saw a burly man with red hair striding toward him. This man wasted no moves. Halfway Half-way across the lobby he took his right hand from his pocket. It came out holding a .45 automatic, whose blue-steel finish glinted softly soft-ly in the dim light. Mr. Hobart stared at it. his eyes wide open. Before the first shock of surprise had passed he thought, with a flood of relief, of the tear gas installation, installa-tion, and prepared to reach out with one foot and touch the button but-ton that would release the gas. But the red-haired man was ahead of him. In the fraction of a second that Mr. Hobart was tightening his leg muscles to move his foot the 18 inches to the gas button, the man leveled his pistol and fired. In the ordered quiet of the little bank the crash of the automatic was like the explosion of a 10-inch shell. Mr. Hobart spun half around and gently sank to the floor, oblivious oblivi-ous to guns, tear gas and everything every-thing else. A stenographer, who was clicking a typewriter a dozen feet away, gave a frightened little scream and looked up with a face as white as milk, her hands frozen to her typewriter. Mr. Dunn, president of the bank, opened the door to his private office of-fice and came into the lobby to find a dapper little man confronting confront-ing him with a vicious-looking submachine sub-machine gun. Mr. Dunn backed against the wall, his hands in the air. A moment later the stenographer stenogra-pher and the farmer joined him there, while the little man with the gun smiled evilly and gently swung his gun back and forth so that its ugly muzzle pointed at one after another in turn. The red-haired man had gone behind be-hind the grille. He cast a contemptuous contemp-tuous glance into Mr. Hobart's cage, saw Mr. Hobart lying motionless mo-tionless in a pool of blood, and motioned mo-tioned with his automatic for the young clerk to open the safe.' "Step on It," said the red-haired man harshly. "I haven't got aU dajr." Ke grinned, a wintry, sleety grin that did not extend to those pale eyes, and added, "I got an engagement en-gagement dow the road that I'm especially anxious not to miss." The fumbling clerk swung the door open. So far everything had gone off on schedule. The cashier had been shot down before he could touch off the tear eas. The others wara torate with visionary ideas of getting something for nothing, the Utah Power & Light company com-pany offers to build immediately either in Salt Lake or at the very door of Provo, a steam plant to cost approximately one million six hundred thousand dollars. I find myself wondering just how many people believe that this big .enterprising and splendidly equipped equip-ped concern is going to quietly step out of the picture for no other reason than this city has inadvertently in-advertently gotten an idea that it wants to do a little experimenting in the power business of its own accord. Forgetting all abcut the advisability ad-visability or inadvisabilitv of a municipal plant, and all the various vari-ous opinions of those who at best have plenty to learn regarding this line or endeavor, there is one thing that we should do and not be leng about it either. Some sort of a testimonial should be sent to the officials of the Utah Power & Light company, expressing appreciation ap-preciation of what they have already al-ready done toward our growth and development, and assuring them of cur heartv approval of their enterprise and every assistance assist-ance possible should they decide upon the site most favorable to this city. This need in no way interfere with our own visionary and experimental ideas, for of course we can keep right on with them, and, if necessary, I feel assured that the present company wculd be considerate enough to let us tie into them while we were endeavoring to overcome the inevitable in-evitable trials and tribulations which would befall us as we endeavor en-deavor to acquire that state of perfection so essential to the requirements re-quirements of modern development. develop-ment. Not only our officials and their : . i 1 variuUK commissions, Doaras ana . committees, but every civic or- I anization. the press, the public, including every man woman and cniid of the community, should . take upon themselves the task of endeavoring to find ways and means of availing ourselves of these wonderful opportunities that are now before us. If we really and sincerely want these things cf which we have been dreaming for years, we must go after them as though we meant it. "In unity there is strength." "A house divided against itself must fall. "The saddest word of tongue or pen. the saddest of all it might have been " All quotations, quo-tations, but nevertheless true and" applicable to conditions that confront con-front the people of this city today. to-day. W. M. WILSON. nnea up against tne wail, neipiess. The clerk was obediently stuffing currency and securities into ao empty flour sack that the red haired man had tossed to him. The athletic young man they called "Oklahoma" was out in front, cowing cow-ing chance passers-by with a sab-machine sab-machine gun. The automobile waa waiting, its motor humming silently. silent-ly. TUT there was one thing th gangsters had overlooked. Across the street and half a block down there was a four-story brick building; and what the gangsters gang-sters did not know was that the fourth floor of this building had been given over to the American Legion for club rooms, and thai Buddy McGinnis, a war veteran whose right leg was under th ground somewhere near Montfau con. had chosen this morning t be up there performing his fune tions as adjutant of the post. Everything would have been all right if Buddy McGmnls had not happened to feel the need of fresh air just at the moment that the bandits car had driven up. Pot this reason, he was lounging in a chair by an open window when the holdup men went into the bank; and in the course of 20 seconds or so he chanced to glance toward the bank and' see a man standing on the steps with a sub-machine gun in his hands. Buddy took a long, unbelieving look; then he nodded his head once, slowly, grimly, and stumped across the room to a glass case behind be-hind which a dozen Springfield rifles stood in a long rack. He seized one of these guns, stumped to a small closet, and got out a clip of cartridges. Buddy had not been th beat shot in his company, or the second-best either, and it was years since he had fired a gun; but he took care ful aim. waited until the blue silk necktie of the man with the machine ma-chine gun rested just on top of his front sight, and then squeezed the trigger. Oklahoma spun partly around, just as Mr. Hobart had done. His right hand let go of the gun and reached out for support, coming to rest on the plate glass window of the bank. For a few seconds he was poised there, swaying slightly, a pained and incomprehending look on his face. Buddy McGinnie watched and waited tor him to fall. But he did not fall. Buddy's aim had not been quite good enough which made all the difference in the world. The bullet had punctured punc-tured Oklahoma's shoulder without touching a bone; and once the first shock of its impact was past he was able to stand unaided, bis feet far apart and his knees bent, lift his weapon with both hands, and spray a stream of bullets at the window where Buddy McGinnis was kneeling. McGinnis had time for one more shot as he saw the machine gun being raised. It spattered against the wall of the bank; then the war veteran ducked out of sight, while 20 bullets went zipping through the open window, kicking up little splinters from the sill and knocking knock-ing plaster down from the ceiling. And then the town's one policeman, police-man, hearing this uproar, cam running down the street, tugging at his revolver as he ran. (To IXe Obntlried |