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Show 5 , - PAGBTWDr- r: The 7! Ml'lMir Ifmlac PablUnaa by the HaraM Corporation. CO J"f West street.'-Prove Utah. . Entered as maUr at the poitofflce in ProTO. Utah, under-the tct or lurch I, XSlt. ' . . Oilman. Nlcol Rothman, Nttonal AdTrtIte representatives. New Tork, San Franciico, Detroit. Boston, Loa Angeles, Seattle, Chicago. Member United Preas, N. K. A, Service. Western Features and the Scrip pe League of Newapapera, Subacrlptlon twmi - by carrier In Utah county SO centa the month. $1.00 for six months, in ad ranee; $5.76 the year in advance; by mail in county Site; outside county $5.7 the year In advance. Ukest? Omsk all . ' Blessed be the Lord God of our thing" as this In the king's heart, to which is In Jerusalem- Ezra 7:27. . Religion is a process of turning your skull into a tabernacle, not of going up to Jerusalem once a year.--Austin CMalley. Recalling the Spirit of the Nation's Youth Rarely is the nation treated to such a heart-warming echo of its lusty, virile boyhood as it was recently in the track-laying race between the Central Railroad of New Jersey Jer-sey and the Pennsylvania line at Linden, N. J. Rival gangs of workmen labored side by side, at breakneck break-neck speed, trying to be the first to reach a through highway. high-way. The prize to the winner was reputed to be bridge rights over the road into a hitherto blocked industrial area. On the scene before dawn, swinging sledges, dropping ties and clearing right-of-way until after dark, members of these crews were re-creating, in miniature, the raw, boisterous boister-ous legends of the track-laying race that gave the United States its first transcontinental line. Of course, there is a vast difference between the competition com-petition of a couple of section crews in the year 1937, and that of the men who stretched the Union Pacific and the Central Pacific across mountain and plain, and made them meet, back in the 1860's. But there is something vastly profitable in being reminded re-minded just how we came to forge the steel ribbon of commerce com-merce which first tied the nation together, from ocean to ocean. . ' I The prize in that case was a subsidy voted by Congress, amounting to $16,000 a mile in the plains country, $32,000 a mile in the hill country, and tains, plus valuable land along the tracks. And that was prize enough to send thousands of men into action. On the west, the marathon began at Sacramento, Sacra-mento, where Chinese coolie and white adventurers toiled and sweated to thread the Central Pacific -across the coast ranges. On the east, other conglomerate crews started the Union Pacific from Omaha. The link was completed at the cost, to the workers, of death and torture by Indians, starvation, murder, robbery, arson and assorted other crimes and mishaps. Luck and the devil accounted for the rest. But the link was completed, and the sum of it all was a spectacle of pioneering enterprise in brains and brawn which the world probably never will duplicate. V TW u 4. : i. i i trains, auiu iraiiic, cuiu even benefits accrued from it a thousandfold. It made the United States a truly big nation. Thus, there is value in being reminded of that bragging, swaggering era. Today's flashback indicates that the old competitive spirit still lives and that initiative still has an avenue, albeit narrower, for expression. But the important thing, it seems, is that the little contest con-test in New-Jersey offers a grown-up and somewhat disillusioned disillu-sioned nation a chance to pause and ponder over the days when it was young and there were worlds to conquer. A Stanford professor intimates pupils should not have to ask permission to sharpen pencils. This assumes, of course, that the pupils will find some other way of passing notes. It seems that a good inventor is one who develops something some-thing which isn't patent to the rest of the world. AT i Hi H i?Ldf. ' rink CI Herald Kxeeyt Sarartay, fathers, which hath put such a beautify the house of the Lord $48,000 a mile in the moun-1 ,io' ealirllLO nave our own pmiosopmes ot J : l a iuua.v s ui uiuies. aiiu uhici THE WHITE HOUSE I . ..SIMM fmj, : ,. PRO V(K (UTAH) t " v r - "V, viJ.i- OUT OUR WAY- COftt. UlTtTIICT WWV1CE, I Was Thinking By ELSIE O. CARROLL. s I was thinking that we often like or dislike people or things for no other reason than that someone we love likes or dislikes them. I have found this distressingly distress-ingly true in some instances and delightfully so in others. It isn't fair to people that they should be judged, not upon their merits, but upon someone's opinion, of them. This is often unfortunate and hinders the growth of friendships friend-ships which would be beneficial. As some one as said, "Many of us live in quotation marks." We think and talk and act as those we admire dp. Doubtless it is unfortunate if one allows this tendency to persist per-sist to a marked degree. We need to cultivate our own judgments; to live by our own standards; a. Yet as a matter of sentiment many things continue to be prized because of their association associa-tion with a dear one. Two poems mean much more to me because my husband liked them. He had them framed and hung In his office. I loved him more, too, .because he responded to their themes. They embodied his creed. The first one, he clipped clip-ped from a magazine nearly thirty thir-ty years ago. I haven't seen it in any anthology though I think it is worthy of a place. THE ROUND OF LIFE By Richard Wlghtman "To "lift, athirst, the brimming glass of life and drain it, dregs and all, with smack of smiling lip and slap of knee; To bend above the stream of trade and wrest from it my gold, rx you SUPPOSE KES THIMK.IKC AQOUT THE SUPREME COURT AlHOlr4TrAEr4T TlSAPPOir4TMer4T 9 ll WAS SONrJjV -'i : VELt-M-MP voa Ct ;sc feOST ' WBOrTTteAA HAVE -TO BB VERY Mki flO ;1UMCM' X , 4 I I VCAREPUL WITH STROMO 1 Ml if Pi , ' ' EVEftlN& 'KLTlkLm - -V wv lus : , T SHORE LEAVE. twc. r. m. tied clean handed, zestfully, as one who takes equlvalents-not more for what he gives; To hear, attent, the silent cry of those who lack, dividing; food and faggots and the couraged word; ' 1 To look well to my 'sowing knowing sure that each small seed, by law immutable, begets its kind ajid multiplied at that; to annne my woman high and i-uucii mr un prayer as i weii as passion; To find within; the eyes of Chil- dren that fine nght which guides uie man to simpler ways again and nestles him within the arms of this old world's vast motherhood; mother-hood; To search for peace: within the, lily-bell or neath the verdant moss by forest ways, and searching, find a Yullef mead than e'er w&s dreamed or guessed; To hail my friend With frankness frank-ness palm to palm and eye to eye, with merge of heart and hope until we twain are gianted for battle; To -think things mt .in myown way and blast a doctrine when It bars my path with reverent ruth-lessness. ruth-lessness. To take my God wherever I may find him in the meeting house or in the meadow, or where the liners cleave the crests and fling their foam afar; To know that Jesus lived for me to show me how' to live, and died for me to show me how to die, should they assail my truth as they did his; To hold that love is lawful, all of it, or else it be not love but something less; That, sirs, seems good to me and right and fair, and by the grace of each day's sun and verve of starry night, I'll face my years with glee as one who dies not but who lives alway." Friends of Dr. Hardy Carroll could well understand why he liked that poem. It expressed for him the ideals of his own manhood. man-hood. The following one is just as typical of him as the first, as any who knew him and his professional pro-fessional attitude and practice must recall: OUR PAY By Douglas Malloch Let me come home tonight, O Lord, Prom all my work, with some reward, Some recompense for having driven My soul and body, something given To pay me for the weary hours I labored under yonder towers, Or walked the furrows in the fields; God grant the night-time something some-thing yields To pay a man for all his day, For all the hours he gave away. Gold? Yesv a man ifitist have bis wages; It has" been . so through all the . ages. . A man must always have his hire To set his nabhv feed his fire: And yet his? ', Wages, however mueh,' Is never quite enough to touch His weary hands and heart' with healing; He must come homeward somehow some-how feeling1, However much a man has made. That not with this a man is paid. For not for this ft fellow labors, However liberal his neighbors; And I would throw aside my pen, And never pick, it up again; If someone thought because I need ":. Wjr board to set, thy fire to feed That having these. I am repaid For any littla rimes I made.' And. you, ? I thinks would throw x . aside - Your tools; like-, mehsatlafled: Btit If 4 we" tin mncme; to- And know-today w did th rlgai And make: th. world, that Sieve .'knewit 1 '.i'--. :V A little better - passing through - 'to -- i ii . - '- -', '.-' "" K ' ' ' WEDNESDAY AUGUST yl93T S-rQ - . , v v.. f r - . .; Dy WIIXIAMS v. a r at. or. Howdy, folks! A bomb was re- cently discovered in a restaur ant. We understand that several customers saw the thing and hoped it would explode and per- haps draw the attention of a waiter. 4 The nice thing about buying a radio on the Installment plan if you dont like what comes in over the air, you can turn off the payments. T SOCIETY GOSSIP Mr. and Airs. J. Mbrtiiner Blimp, who " recently Inherited $1,000,000, live in such a classy enartment. that ev4en , the . stork and Santa Clans have to use the tradesmen's entrance. . lit a!l "r THOUGHT FOR TODAY The man who buys blsfriends usually pays more than tiiey are worth. One good thing about the situation situ-ation In Europe is that not many people understand it well enough to talk about It. JU t vt JU r r v Joe Bungs tarter I sent my wife to the mountains for the holidays. U'l Gee Gee What holidays? Joe Bungs tarter Mine! YE DIARY Up, in merrto mood, and to dressing, but could find naught of a clean shirt, and my socks full of holes, and my collars mighty frayed, and so to the kitchen bawling loudly, and do say this and that to the wyfe, hut she doth reply naught until I do finish, when she doth declare: de-clare: "Get . out of my kitchen, you cieam-faced loon, and cut some kindling, you raucous calf, and' fetch some water from the well, and don't stand there caterwauling cater-wauling like a dumb idiot, you noodle-pated horse thief!" But I dn answer naiurht. lest it do lead to harsh words. And so to breakfast. . Joe Bungstarter How did you discover that the front fender on your roadster was detachable ? Li'l Gee Gee Entirely by accident! acci-dent! ' There may be one born every minute, but the only hope is to pray It is not you. An easy way, in a tough beer parlor, to , get a black eye Is . to talk when you should be listening. listen-ing. : Auction ' Now Going On. Zealariders TJse Telegrams WELLINGTON; New Zealand 0J.F0 More telegrams' are sent pei person in New Zealand, it is said, than in any other country ill the world. In the last year for which complete world figures are available, avail-able, 1934, New Zealand led the way with 2.5 telegrams per capita. Or lightened someone's . load awhile That something: we have made or done Has brought delight to anyone, Yes, know we served our fellow-men, fellow-men, a Then we are aid bu not ,'tu . then. ' . , v , fAMiM T rod t-vt . mv skrtTt - f ft know the kind of man his father was; and because I desire above all " else '- that he .will be . the same type of - man. I enclossd copies i of - those . poems ( In . my Christmas box, to him. w Truly our, likes, and .dislikes -'are largely influenced h by the - likes and dislikes or those we - love, . f TT r :j - cast orWJUtacTisas:f JOT Herlwe kwrtMi ta Mart Mal'taraa. .j - . .' -ROGER J t lUmeei . riaims AK GEl,A-Ir rival ia'Uv. DICK Wealth? yr layky, Becr rtral to Jv v . . TH(liri ir - Icaraa that iTatcrtoM alava appear W- ! MibN. m aaraetcr a-cr,,far laataacc, pravea amyate- tlomm.. . . .;,-t' w ;:. v V CHAPTER V ' TVJEDNESDAY: Wonder if theres W anything k-to what-Pter told me last night when I tucked him into' bed. Thought at the time he was just .imagining things; Told his be mustn't make up stories. "They're not stories. ' J6y.'r hei insisted, sitting Up in bed. "I really ' did find si haunted' house in, the woods today. ' "Nonsense, Peter. There aren't any haunted houses nowadays," I declared; Wei there's one, the one I fourid today. It's way off ill the woods. I walked all round it first, for ' I didn't see anyone around. Then Z climbed up on some rocks and rooked' in at the windows.' "Why, Peter, that wasn't a very nice thing to do . . . what would the people who live in it think?" "I didn't see anybody . . least not at first ... only dishes on the table and 1 guns n "Now, Peter, you're making up a fairy story. - You're too big for that sort of thing. Better go to sleep," . I said, and T started towards the door. Wait; wait, there was a man," Peter begged, "and a dog: I must tell you about that first. Somebody Some-body opened the door, and a great big hound dog came lickitty split after me. I looked back, and a fat ugly man cried, Hey, Jigger, call your dog. If Nero bites that kid'" MOh, Peter, you must be careful. Sometimes strange dogs don't like little boys." "iqTE liked me all right. I told "tA him I wasn't afraid. I patted his dog, Then the one they called Jigger he had queer dark eyes-said: eyes-said: lave around her, sonny? Sure, I answered, 'down at the teahouse.' Then better get home to your folks.' But I told him I'd like to come and play with Nero some other day." "You must never go and play with anybody unless it's with someone we know. If anything nappened I wouldn't know where to find you," I said, startled at hearing the name of Jigger. "Well..! ffuess I don't eet a chance to play with Nero. The fat man sounded pretty mad Architect BY X REPORTER From the window beside my desk many hotels and apartment and office buildings are visible. They're so numerous that except for a patch or two of asphalt and concrete in the foreground and the tops of a few trees far up on a hillside, only buildings and sky are visible. Studying them as a fellow will anything that's placed across his line of vision, Tve noted that the general , ensemble has an out-of-focus look. The pattern of the whole is spoiled spoil-ed by the "backs" and "sides" of buuaings. The quotation marks are used because literally a building has- no back or aide especially a high building. Architects and contractors, and probably owners as well fool themselves into believing that a certain wall or walls of a high building comprise its "front." On this front they expend money and effort lavishly. The same warped theory regards re-gards other walls of the building as "side" or "back." And on these the architects; contractors and owners spend, as little effort and money as possible. This theory of construction" is based, no doubt, oh a supposition that someone else is coming right along to build another high build-tag build-tag on the lots next door or across the alley, and that a finished wall of brick. Concrete or whatnot on such sides would be a mere waste of money. . : Sot many ' f such suppositiona prove to be , incorrect that 1 . ani going to urge all architects here and now to give up that arteient and ; most : incorrect theory, rand hereafter build their buUdings as tf the, would' actually have to tand : bf ore the ; world forever 'ust as ; the builders leave - them, t'm sure.thM case -histories of most buildings of any great height SQUAW CHEEK . , . Provo Newspaper Indian ? Charlie has beea comi plaining1 about feet hurting- him ever iincihe".bought that pair of boots dowttmtrj settlement. " Ex animation 5 today? showed" he has been wearing , um on wrong' foot most tot the rtime; That" the: trouble; wlth 'White Man's clothes, CharUe say, they're more trouble than they're worth. f TTa .Kaa.'0tfie, rae1rto moccasins T PIUTE JOE? Ccttz r U 1537. ICA Crrvice, Incil when he said, 'Nothing doing, kid, you stay where you belong. ' ' 'That's just what . I say. You stay, at home and maybe Cal wfll find you some nice playmate. "I'm going to get a dbg. The Jlggeif fellow came after me and told me, if I'd stay at home he'd get me a nice pup all for myself.' Well, well, weH have to see about that,'? I said, and, switching off th light; IJeft the room, Now. as I sit at my desk, Tm beginning to wonder if there is something queer going on in the woods. Surely if Peter was making mak-ing up that story he'd never have used: the name of Jigger. ... I wonder if that's the same man who gave me such- a- fright that night. Must sound out Cal again. Maybe he'll tell me what he knows. "pHAT reminds me, he does like to bring us news. When he appeared this morning (he drives up in a car of uncertain age) he said: "Well, girls, Miss Pegler's opened her cottage again, and, by gosh, she's brought a handsome young man with her." "Who is he?" Tess demanded. She's always interested in new young men, likes to measure them against her devoted Jimmy to see if she's got the best the marriage mart has to offer her. "The gardener says he's her nephew . , . ain't been Bere" since he was a kid . . . been at college . . . abroad . . . and reckon he's old enough-to have had a job too." "Dont believe he needs a job, Cal," Tess declared. "Miss Pegler's Peg-ler's terribly rich." "Every man should have a job . . . this chap too . . . even if he's expecting to get her money when she goes. You bet you'd never find me waiting for dead men's shoes, or women's either . . . specially spe-cially women's. You can't tell what they'll do . . . leave all their fortune to the heathen or marry some old flame." "Gee, Cal, you're encouraging," Tess cried. , "Guess 111 have to look into this. Hope Miss Pegler brings him around pronto, and if he's to be here all summer . . ." You keep your hands off . him," Big Kate said. Guess there's no love lost between the head waitress wait-ress and the cook. Cal's found a playmate for Peter. His name's Tad Coyne . . his father's looking after the landscaping land-scaping of a resort known as Serene Shores. Got a sidelight from Big Kate on, Peter haunted, house . . . says ft used' to be a' bieggers hang out in prohibition days, but hints Be Merciful would show that to be true. Almost within a stone's throw of my window is an otherwise fine building which, seen from ten thousand other downtown windows looks like an unfinished chicken coop. Its real "face" is turned in the opposite direction, where nobody no-body ever sees it. There's no excuse ex-cuse for thus making an entire city population or a building suffer. SIDE GLANCES err. "Wouldn't it be romantic if they grew up and got mar-, mar-, Tied, and -we -all lived on the same block?? . . ATfTENTION! r y . - - -t -t Phbnetttneciinhlsh Fork 88or inlcrprisi 301 i UTAH HtDETfe TALLOWfCOMPANY that Cal could tell me .something more about 'It iT he .cared to.: ,So Peter's story: was no make-believe. Wish Td more time to be a Sher-lock Sher-lock Holmes: Thought It queer when Cal said' earlier in the day: , "Peter's safer along, the shore than in the woods." j . "VET it was only yesterday that he informed me there were no poisonous snakes in the state; which was quite a relief-for I must confess I'm not on friendly terms with rattlers and puff ' adders! Cant agree with the old fellow; I'd advocate the woods for Peter every time, for the ' boats are anchored along the shore and hoW my small brother loves them! When Tad and he appeared at the tearoom this afternoon just when I'd settled down to read (I get an hour off about 4 unless we're swamped with customers) they insisted I go for a walkwith them, so we headed for the' woods. "Let's take, this path, Peter said. "Cal told me there is an old cabin which the men used when they were logging, and maybe Tad and I could make a fortress out of it." "Well, if it's not too far away that might be a jolly playhouse. My thoughts turned to rainy days and Mrs. Fenwiek's dislike of having hav-ing small boys around, so we walked gaily along. "Gee," cried Peter, stopping beside be-side a tree which had a fresh gain in its bark, then glancing at the grass which was laid fiat, "I 'bet there's been a truck in here." "Nonsense," I cried. "I don't believe this road goes anywhere-. It's little more than a pathl" "But look, Sis, some heavy thing must have done this," and he pointed to a rut where the dark soil showed. "Oh, perhaps some picnickers tried to get through, but come on, and let's find, that camp for 111 have to get back to the tearoom before long." Suddenly the boys stopped ... Peter held up a warning hand . . . then, still peering through the dark branches of a hemlock tree, said: "We're close to ;the haunted house . . . we cant go. any farther ... if Jigger sees me, he wont give me the puppy," and, turning around, the boys headed for their fortress. I looked in the direction Peter had locked . . . saw the shabby farmhouse . . . the door stood ajar ... it looked deserted, but a heavy rhythmic drone filled the air. That was no country sound. ' Where bad r heard it before? ' r (To So Continued v & : SCIENCE A Baltimore restaurant proprietor proprie-tor has reduced mortality among oyster plates to a minimum by simply inventing a metal server. The lid has six egg-shaped holes; each of which holds one oyster, and a round hole in the center .holds cocktail sauce. The oysters are held firmly in the holes, making extracting' very easy. ... By George Clark 1 m 5 |