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Show .. . ' ' , ... V -J - .i" - P&GEfWO PRO VP (UTAH) EVENING HBRAkB, THUBSDAY, FEBRUARY 18" 1937. SECTION . THREE The Herald Erery Afteraoo exempt Saturday, . . aad Sunday Moralif Published by the Herald Corporation. 50 South First West street, Provo, . Utah. Entered as second-class matter at the poBtoffice in Provo, Utah, under the act of March 3, 1879. Gllman, Nlcol & Ruthman, National Advertising representatives. New York, San Francisco, Detroit, Boston, Los Angeles. Seattle, Chicago. Member United Press. N. E. A. Service, Western Features and the Scripps League of Newspapers. Subscription terms by carrier in Utah county 50 cents the month. $3.00 for six months, in adva"" JT5.75 the year in advance; by mall in county outside county 5175 the year in advance. C ! 40rclaJa Xlbert7 tknask all the Ua-- Tb Liberty BU Nature's Warnings It is not entirely by accident that the disastrous Ohio Valley floods should be followed so promptly by news of great dust storms in the southwestern country. Both of these things, floods and dust storms, are in a very, great measure due to plain human short-sightedness. When we abuse our land, we lay ourselves open to nature s reprisals. We cannot control the rain that falls or the wind that blow., but we can do something to keep the rain and wind from loosing catastrophes upon us. By using our soil properly and by spending wisely to conserve it, we can go a long way toward keeping the perennial peren-nial floods from overwhelming us. In the same way, we can keep the winds from sweeping up loose topsoil into billowing dust storms. Flood and dust storm are tragic reminders ihat we are failing to take even the most elementary precautionary steps. Utah's Undeveloped Industry The importance of the tourist trade is just beginning to be appreciated by Utah people who have long ignored the possibilities in the tourist "business as one of the major industries indus-tries of a state where unique scenic resources are so abundant. abund-ant. . For this reason the appropriation of an advertising fund to publicize our scenic wonderland, proposed in a bill now before the legislature, appears to have considerable merit justifying its enactment. Such an appropriation would be an investment on which the people of the slate would realize a profitable return. As pointed out by proponents of the measure, Utah's "tourist industry" offers attractive possibilities. It may exceed ex-ceed the value of Utah's livestock on the ranges. It may exceed more than double the value of Utah's coal production in its i?ak year. It may equal more than one-hall" the value of Utah's 1936 mineral production. It may equal nearjf one-fourth one-fourth the value of products manufactured in Utah in 1936. The tourist trade, if properly developed, could well become be-come Utah's principal industry, capitalizing on an inexhaustible inexhaus-tible resource for which the state is already renowned. Strike Cost 1 i The dreary task of computing the cost of the General Motors sitdown strike is still going on. langible tigures are hard to get, because s much of the loss does not reduce read-ilv read-ilv to dollars and cents: but one of the most conservative estimates puts the cash loss equally .between workers and Add to that the losses which had to close down or go on part-time operations because be-cause of the stoppage of General Motors orders, and you get a bill that must go well over $100,000,000. Rather a high price to pay, is it not, for our failure to devise some system of mediation that would have brought strikers and management together at the very start, instead of after two months of struggle? Cussing the Politician Cussing the j)olitician is a favorite pastime in the United States. More time is spent in ridiculing our city, state, county coun-ty and national officials than in golf, tennis, bridge or monopoly. mon-opoly. We reserve the right to be critical. It is our democratic heritage. In Hitler Germany or Mussolini Italy it is illegal and dangerous to criticize. But our criticisms should be constructive. The political system we ridicule conserves our liberties. There is little wrong with our politics. Sometimes we choose the wrong candidate. But we do the choosing. It is still our choice. Thank God for that and resolve to study the situation more carefully careful-ly so that errors in selection will diminish at each succeeding election. I C : c r T t by ERSKINE JOHNSON iAPS HEMCcY OF 'SHOWBOAT FAe.EL OATH ED :'L.'PCG2S FOP k:S F:P5T5TAC ?C6Jt. A BAG - fOP WW at about $84,ooo,ooo. divided J stockholders. I suffered by other companies j :H f O GEORGE SCARBO Charles winning-er. HEIGHT, 5 FEET, (o INCHES. -UOrElGHT, l-?a POUNDS. irLAlC.VJHITE; tVeS.BL.Ufi,. OI2.M , flTHENS, "WIS'., vviAV 2 to, 1884- MAT P- IMOK lAL . On E A$2p - tO BLANCHE MOW SEPARATED. OUT OUR WAY 1 7 K FROST BITE. ' t: 1 937 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M REC S PAT OFF. 5? Howdy, folks! This is the month you ha.vt to listen to your wife's spring ' garden plans and how Junior's teacher teach-er doesn't understand him. V Vf Gashouse Gus' favorite liquor is Wall Street whiskey one drink, and you get a sent on the eui b! J POPULAR MECHANICS Are you ahsent-minded ? When putting your coat on in the morning, do you sometimes forget for-get to remove the coat-hanger? Then you will be interested in our latest invention a rubber coat-hanger. It conforms itself to the shape of your liack and you never know you're wearing it. . u i. v SHOKT STOKV Packed in the huge oval was the colorful crowd, jammed in with scarcely room to breathe . . . Row on row . . . layer on layer . . . the crushing mob was packed in . . . packed in, as someone said, like sardines . . . .sardines . . . And the funny part of it is that they were cardines. if. - . . CANDIDATE FOIl THE DI7MBELL ( LI B The nit-wit motorist on the Springville road who chortles to his girl friend: "Ha, ha, we're doing 00 miles an hour now and that crazy motorcycle cop back there is trying to race with us!" 5C 5 THE CHARGE OF THE LAST PEDESTRIAN fThenx to M. L. T. ) Autos to the right of him, Autos to the left of him, Autos all about him. Chug-Chugged and hurried. Right in the midst of them, Dodging and cursing them. He found a break in them Thru which he scurried. Safely he made his way. But, It is sad to say, He tried -it another day And now he is buried.' V J, V "l- rj Gimme a hamburger, Pete, and go strong o : the onion. FORUM 'n Agin 'Em Roosevelt's Court Plan Is Defended Editor Herald: Far more than mere coincidence coinci-dence is behind the fact that most of the syndicated writers are lambasting President Roosevelt's effort to reform the judiciary machinery. Their arguments being be-ing one-sided make them mere propaganda. For instance, Mark Sullivan on Feb. 16, after pointing point-ing out the speed with which the repeal of prohibition was accomplished, accom-plished, remarks that an amendment amend-ment introduced now should go through in a year, as did repeal. Now. Mr. Sullivan was not ignorant ig-norant at the time he wrote that article, of the fact that the very same exploiters who used their great wealth to achieve repeal Of prohibition, because it hindered their accumulation of more wealth, are of the same class who now raise the hue and cry of "dictatorship." "unconatitutional-ity," "unconatitutional-ity," etc. because they see the J CTHDICC IK! I STAMPS BY I. S. KLEIN pERMANY again is looking toward to-ward her former colonies in Africa, and one of the likeliest ipots is Togoland, in West Africa, tow held by mandate under F rench control. Here, close to the ?quator, life is difficult for white ettlers, especially near the COaSt, where the tsetse fly spreads the dangerous sleeping sickness. By 1884, Germany had established estab-lished eight trading stations in Togoland, and hoisted her flag there. By 1913, this became Germany's Ger-many's only self-supporting colony col-ony in Africa, her chief source of palm oil and cotton. The Treaty of Versailles divided the colony between England and France. Since then Togoland has prospered, pros-pered, increasing greatly its exports ex-ports of cocoa, oil palm products, cotton, and copra .(dried coconut-meats). coconut-meats). Under the League of Nations mandate, however, the '3 colony may be re turned to Ger many. Both Germany iand France have issued stamps for this colony. A German stamp is shown here. (Copyright, 1137. NEA Service. Inc.) Odd Fellow Wins 25-Year Honors To William V. Price Jr., for 25 years a member of the Provo lodge of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows, his associates awarded a jeweled medal of honor hon-or for continuous service Tuesday night. W. H. Brereton made the presentation pre-sentation and commended Price upon his devotion to the club and its activities. A degree team rehearsal was conducted under direction of Clyde Scott. prospevt of the courts being responsive re-sponsive to the people's will instead in-stead of to their interests. Now did Mr. Sullivan refer to the fact that the child labor amendment has been held up by the lnfliieTTce of these same exploiters for thir teen years, and it is still doubtful of ratification. Roosevelt is, therefore, there-fore, trying tc carry out the mandate man-date of the people without running run-ning the risk of having his program pro-gram scuttled by the' money of trie exploiters, or by the reaction ary decisions of courts assuming the role of real dictators. Most people forget that the constitution specifically gives the congress and the president power over the supreme court in the sense of determining the number of fudges, their salaries, etc; and in Sec. 2, ' Article , III it plainly says: "In all the other cases mentioned, men-tioned, the supreme court shall have appellate jurisdiction, both as to law and fact, with such exception, ahd Under such REGULATIONS REGU-LATIONS AS THE CONGRESS SHALL, MAKE." x. - GEORGE EVERETT. By WILLIAMS GIT YORE LITTLE MOTE BOO GUT, WES.' ALTHOUGH THEV WAS DOIM IT BEFORE 1 WAS BrfSMsJ,. I THINK. THAT'S WHERE THE..GOWBCV YELL. ORIGINATED- COLD SADDLES OM WINTER. MAWNIMS. HOUSE APPROVES Asking the U. S. senate to act favorably on President Roosevelt's Roose-velt's plan for reorganizing the supreme court and other branches of the federal judiciary, a memorial memor-ial passed 50 to 7 the Utah house of representatives Tuesday. The voting followed a bitter debate de-bate on the subject. AlUTETOOd BKGI.V HERB TODAY KATE and CAKOtlNK MEED live on n run-down Blue (inlaw farm with tat-lr lot-ahlr, indolrnt ffrnndfathrr. MAJOR SAM MEED, and two old Krro aervant, AL-THY AL-THY aad ZEKK. Kate in riiKngrd 1o MORGAN PRKSITISS, bat In arfcTectrd by blm for EVE E LAV ELL, Jnat home from rollrse. Major Mrrd (Corn oa a aprre aad la rnrrd for hj the glrla and Allay Al-lay and Zrke. Kate and Caroline Caro-line atart to Louisville with Zeke to deliver fear baked hama ordered or-dered Ij a club. Their aedan la atrnck by a ear with an eaatern lleenae. The driver, a pair and eonaenta to' take the mirmnareh irJ m a . V m t " ftina ana iae aama to tae city. En route he aaka to bay the formula for eurlngr and eooklnjr the ham. Kate write oat the formula aad aaka S500 for It. He hnatily paya the aum when Kate Inform him that ahe haa aeea him ateal the lleenae platea from their damaged ear. The frlrla bank the money and bay m new drea for Kate to wear to a dance. OW iO OX WITH TnE STORY CHAPTER V MOWN . at State University young man of 24 had just re ceived his diploma. Thomas Jefferson Howard was his name. There had been no one there to see him graduate no one who be longed to him, that is. He was the last of his clan in that rough mountain county that fringed the lowlands and was yet a part of the hills. He had come down at 21 three years ago "to finish his learnin " at the university of his native state. During those three years he had accomplished a four-year course, studying even during the summer weeks to win his credits. Through it all, he had been shy and proud and sullen, knowing himself to be "different" and resenting re-senting it. It was not merely that he was older than the youths around him. He was unmistakably "mountain" in speech and gesture and appearance. Mountain, too, in his silences and his suspicious reserve. re-serve. A girl had laughed at him as he had crossed the camp'us, half an hour ago. A very pretty girl. She had been strolling between two dapper lower classmen in white flannels, and as Jeff Howard passed the trio they had looked at him without troubling to veil the amusement in their eyes. The girl's laughing voice had floated back to him, "Who's the big scarecrow?" "Thomas Jefferson Howard," he heard one of the boys say, accenting accent-ing the high-sounding name with a diabolical drawl. He could imagine the rest. They'd told the girl about his nicknames, ot course. "Old Constitution" Con-stitution" and "Old Democracy." About his futile attempts at dancing. danc-ing. His eternal selection of the wrong clothes. His tucking bis napkin under his chin that time at the freshman banquet Yes, they could have kept that pretty girl in stitches for an hour, if they'd wanted to, Just telling her the things Jeff Howard used to do when he was trying to be "one of the boys." . . . After that first year he'd quit trying. HE repeated his own name with a laugh, "Thomas Jefferson Howard"! No wonder there'd been a titter when that name Was called in the graduate list and he had responded. What had his parents meant, tying a name like Thomas Jefferson, to a child in a cabin in a clearing?. DogGone Mystery BY X REPORTER My household is all agog with a mystery, and theories . fairly stumble over one another. Our hound, vanish eVl for two lang weeks, has returned. We stood it fairly well while j e was gone. He broke os In j gently by staying away a night or two at a time, then left on & journey that turned out o be almost epical. I wouldn't advertise for him, arguing thusly: "If someone is holding him for ransom, they'll tire of the game in two or three weeks when no revenue comes their way. And the minute the dog is let loose for a just a single minute he'll be heading for home like a streak." Ever since he was a tiny ball of black-and-"white wool, this particular hound has had the strongest kind of a homing instinct. in-stinct. He used to like to run, too. Neighbors Would tell us of seeing him .blocks or miles away from home on occasion, but he'd always turn up in time to see What was in his grub dish at about the proper time. But two weeks away! The whole t family was indignant. That is. we were indignant between be-tween spells of worrying about him. A dog that has been a member of the family for four years becomes quite a personage in his own right. Yes, you'll worry about him if he turns up missing. I happened to be at home alone when our purp's odyssey came to an end. I barely heard the whiney chirp with which he announced an-nounced himself at the back door. What a sight and what a mess! It was as if someone had stood him up and shot burrs into his long coat with a blow gun. Lame, dirty, bleary-eyed, thirsty, hungry hun-gry everything. A true prodigal. But glad to see me! I simply couldn't let him down. I was glad to see him, too. By the time I got around to expressing my in- a Jeff flushed angrily. "Tiyin are you.J He put his head " between his hands and cursed in bitterness and defeat. Presently he discarded the cap and gown, picked up his hat and went purposefully from the room and the house. Gaining the street, he went striding toward a town-bound town-bound street car and swung aboard it. Actually, Jeff Howard was not homely. He was six feet three in height and large of bone. His head was superbly moulded, his features fea-tures strong and good. But, like many mountain people, he was thin and awkward and slightly stooped. His brown hair stood up crazily. His sTiarp blue eyes wore a narrowed expression, as if looking look-ing intently down the barrel of a shotgun. When he had reached the busi ness section of the town, Jeff Howard went into an office building build-ing and took an elevator to the office of his lawyy. Mr, McBain will see you, Mr. Howard," a secretary told him im mediately. She was deferential, but he did not notice it. Here, indeed, was the irony of the thing this awkward mountaineer moun-taineer was wealthy. During the lasyear Of bis parents' lives, an' especially fine vein of coal had been found on their land. Jeff, at 20. had inherited it. For a vear thereafter he hsftl studied with a tutor in one of the semi-mountain towns, laboriously filling jo, the gaps of his patchy elementary education and preparing himself for college. He had believed that a college degree would make him like the people of the cities and the lowlands. lit V 'T It " VI SIDE GLANCES 1937 BY NtA SERVICE. WC T. M. REG. O. PAT. OFFjffl jjLf ' f t$ 'Uhis is the pair she'll buy, but you'll have to show her several others, iirst.' , & : dignation, it was too late and is still unexpressed. Some of the burrs in his coat are Canadian thistles, and that, Watson, is the only clue we have to where he's been. To Canada, of course. Everybody in the family has cross-examined the prodigal, and he, to be quite fair to him, has 1 to iel me back to the mountains, JEFF HOWARD sax across the J desk from his lawyer and wasted no words. "I've graduated," gradu-ated," he said. "I'm ready to get out of this town." Waving aside Mr. McBain's congratulations, he went on curtly: "I want to talk to you about the mortgages I hold. You told me most of 'em are in Blue Grass property, didn't you? "Well," he continued at a nod of assent from the lawyer, "I want to take over the best farm I can lay my two han"ds on." Mr. McBain rang for his secretary secre-tary and called for Mr. Howard's papers. He was glad to see the young mountaineer taking some interest in his property at last. . After McBain had looked over the papers he cleared his throat and said uncertainly: "There's Major Sam Meed's farm over in Shelby county. It's been practically practi-cally yours for a year now, but Ive held off, trying to give the old man a break. You .dont like to foreclose in a case like that." "A case like what?" asked Jeff Howard coldly. Mr. McBain took off his glasses and held them in his hand. He looked thoughtful and regretful. He was trying to think of what he could say to induce his client to forget old Major Meed's farm. He did not realize until too late that he had said the wrong thing entirely. "Major Meed is as fine an old gentleman as you'll find in Kentucky," Ken-tucky," he explained, not dreaming dream-ing of the bitter feeling in the young man's heart "His people were aristocrati, yet simple and genuine. His family has held this farm for generations. The house By George Clark done his best to answer every question put. Whehn we get the proper interpretation in-terpretation of several especially significant "woof -woofs," well have the answer. Temperature of the creases one degree F. earth in-for in-for every 60 feet of estimates. depth. according to has never been lived in by any-, one not named Meed." "What's the house like?" asked Jeff Howard. It was significant that he asked about the house, rather than the land. "It's situated about five miles beyond Shelby on the Louisville pike," Mr. McBain replied. "A big red brick house, sitting about a quarter -mile off the pike beyond a woodland. I believe it's con sidered pretty good, architecturally." architectur-ally." Jeff Howard filled -his briar-pipe, briar-pipe, lit it aiid took several deep puffs. "Get in touch with Meed's lawyer," he said briefly, "or his banker whoever's handlin it. I'd like to take over the place as soon as possible. I'm lookin for a suitable place to live. This location loca-tion sounds all right to me." TV JR. McBAIN shook his head. T wouldn't advise it. Howard. I wouldn't advise it at all. You'd find yourself in a hornet's nest of ill will. The entire county would be down on you. Major Meed's a sort of institution in that neck of the woods. People respect him, love him "But not enough to pay his debts for him," interrupted Jeff Howard. ,fWeU, I don't neither. He's nothin' to me. Get me the place as soon as it's legal." "Look here, Mr. Howard," said the lawyer earnestly, "you've got a couple of other farms that would do you just as well. Maybe better. Now there's one near Berea, closer to your old home Jeff flushed angrily. "Tryin' to. get me back to the mountains, are you? Well, I'm not goin' back. I'm through with the tall hills. I'm settlin' in the Blue Grass, and if the snobs don't like it, then they can lump it . . . Look here; McBain. I'll tell it to you straight. I'm sick as hell of havin' these" blue-bloods and near blue-bloods crackm their faces in a grin when they hear my hillbilly twang. Well, I'm ready to give 'em somethin' to think about. Somethin to hate me about, if jtou want to put it that way " The lawyer tried to speak, but the angry boy brushed him aside. "I'll take the best farm I can lay my hands on. You've already admitted ad-mitted that's the Meed place. Well, I'm goin to settle down on it with, a horse and a shotgun and a couple of dogs. I don't need to farm. I'll let it go to ruin if I please. Ill cut down all those, trees they're so stinkin' proud of : and plant tobacco round ibe stumps. Ill- " As he talked on, violently but purposefully, Mr. McBain knew that the Meed case was lost. He'd have to wire the old man's lawyers, law-yers, Prentiss and El well down at Shelby, and tell them his client meant business. "Very well, Mr. Howard," he said formally. "If that's your last word IH attend to the foreclosure at once. You realize, do you, that you get the house furnishings also! in this case?" f "I didn't know it," answered! Jeff Howard, "but I'm right glad to hear.it . It'll save me trouble. I'll need suitable furniture. He went back to his boarding house, grimly pleased with him self. He was abodt to humble a. Blue Glass family. Maybe thereM; be a girL Like the one who had by RkUMkIc utugnea ai rum uus mornings .s 1 To Be CbnthiBedjr J |