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Show - : ; ; - - ; :, I. K PAGE TWO -PROVO (UTAH) EVENING HERALD, THURSDAY JANUARY, .19, 1939 SECTION TWO OUTOURWAY By WILLIAMS ISID& GLANCES By V- GLARICl Herald V:- ! t I 1 ' x f .1- Every Afternoon (Excepting: Saturday) and Sunday Morning Published by the Herald Corporation, 60 South FlnsT West Street. Provo, Utah. Entered as second class matter at the postofflce in Provo, Utah, under the act of March 3. 1879. . ' GllWn. Nicol & Ruthman, National Advertising: representatives, New York, San Francisco, Detroit, Boston. Los Angeles, Chicago. Member United Press. N. E. A. Service, Western Features and the Scripps League of Newspapers. Subscription terms by carrier in Utah county, - r.O cents the month, $3.00 for six months, n advance; $0.75 the year, in advance; by mail in county, $5.00; outside county $5.75 the year in advance. ' Liberty through all the land" -The Liberty ! . Bell The Herald will not assume financial responsibility for any errors which may appear In advertisements published in its columns. col-umns. In those instances where th paper is at fault, it will reprint that part of the advertisement in which the typographical typograph-ical mistake occurs. "Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah. Pslams 4:4. Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever what-ever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. Victor Hugo. End Flagrant Demagoguery X A well known economist, in a forecast of 1939 business prospects, states that one highly encouraging element is the apparent lessening of political "business baiting." It is true that business as a whole has been accorded less abuse of late, due largely to the result of the November elections, elec-tions, in which a number of extremists and radicals of both parties were retired from office bv their disgusted constituents. constitu-ents. But business' very real and justified fear of political persecution remains a dominant factor in current domestic affairs. There is still a sizable school of small-bore politicians politic-ians most of whom never operated a productive business in their lives, and whose livelihood for yearns has been contributed con-tributed by the taxpayers whose principal delight is to attack, those private industries which provide the nation's jobs, taxes and opportunities, and keep the country a going concern. The banks, the utilities, the large retail systems, outstanding manufacturers these are but a few of the great industries, the corner stone of our national economy, which have been the butt of vicious and unfounded attacks by vote-seekes. vote-seekes. Business isn't perfect. If business breaks the law, it should be punished. If there are abuses in business, legislation legisla-tion can be framed to correct and prevent them. But to seize upon the occasional industry or businessman, who is justly , subject to criticism, and claim that this is representative of fll business, is the most flagrant kind of demagoguery. It isthe kind of demagoguery which drives money into hiding, which creates unemployment and lack of confidence, and .which prolones depression. It is becoming evident that the public is getting fed up on this kind- of cheap "statesman-Ship." "statesman-Ship." It remains to 1x3 seen what attitude the current congress will take toward business. If it is a fair and cooperative attitude, at-titude, the country will jro forward. If it is "flagrant demagoguery" dema-goguery" the country will go back. Machine Set That much-maligned Machine 'Aire we live in would seem to have some compensation after all. It isn't all robots and treadmills and men's-souls-crushed-by-the-Great-God-machine stuff. Take the case of Charles Cope of Elizabethtown, Pa. Mr. Cope suffered a compound fracture of the arm while cranking his auto. On the way to a Harrisburg hospital, hos-pital, his car stopped suddenly, threw him forward. The sudden jerk set one of the fractures. The doctos set the other. Mark up a credit for the Machine Age. Actor Richard Bennett asked for $100,000 because a door slammed on his finger, costing him a stage engagement. And besides, doggone it, it hurts J v Pupils in Egyptian schools, says a report, are more interested in politics than their studies. What's Europe bragging about? "ginaBqs iJUJJU. Jll sPsO .... -.PSiwS5gg5jg!aMwww"W"w"wwwp Sanaa i : m , W I" - - - , - ,. -- - rt . , ,- - - s r t i Present in the Visitors' -fFlfl (11 $ AIN'T- 3AMBL1N'J"IS ) 7 : AND YOU CANT 1 liPl -fbl? ? nrAKiA.cHANC-iN ?.r-CHAN0&yyN jtmoi 7sZiZxrm ' WiiUteJ A1 RAFFUirT i DIFFERENT m4ANa f H GSTSVBACK WS VfS '! I Hill 1PI1SK DICE ANT CARDS .Vr r BIKE AND- YOU B ii! Umttn inrs THE ONLYWAY GET THAT QUARTER J p-l ' I' I'l THAT POOR PEOPLE W BAC J 'l " , i : cone i tv nca scrvkc. mc. T.M. DEC. O. S. PAT. Off.' FORUM n Agin 'Em Dear People of Provo: About 1000 new bills are clogging clog-ging the legislative hopper at Washington. 1000 new laws added to those in existence will make us perfect. The good old twenty-third twenty-third Utah legislature introduced, passed, and fixed the salaries of officers and emDlovers of the legislature leg-islature without delay or waiting for printing. Oh well God helps those wiio help themselves! I believe "On the WPA" is "In WPA", and has been ever since he married into the immediate family of our dear commissioner but what "I" want to say is: "Young man, use the vitroil and vinegar in your pen for "news" instead of merely reiterating un-dispuated un-dispuated facts everyone is already al-ready aware of." Any of your eastern friends who contemplate a "Nature trip to the West" should certainly include "Pinincus at Provo," If "Slinky" hasn't killed' me, I'll show them round. Slinky is the son of my neighbor next to Pinincus. Pinin-cus. I call him Slinky, and he calls me Mr. Mule. I don't like him I'm scared of him he's about fourteen. Today I was enjoying my great discovery when Slinky slunk in with a jug of buttermilk in one hand and a glass in the other. (I believe his mother sent him to give me this). "Would you like to buy a glass of buttermilk for a nickel, Mr. Mule?" It is worth much more than a nickel to get rid of Slinky, so I dug up the necessary amount with a forced smile then as I tasted the blue water I said: Gallery BORAJ THIRTY YEARS TOO i HOLD EVERYTHING! ; - -, - ; v , ;'s ' '. x s- ; , r . i No 1 ' ' ' ' ' " ," --v - - "' 1 r s ; v. L f " s !';'' L 5' N f z t Tw-S 1 - if MnMmHMMPPMWPiti ":-:w:-::y-:-x:':- : ?A-:w-:iJ:-:V.':o:o:-:-:-:so::':-w.-.- v"''- iwivi'i ivlY"''''''''''! 1 R-x-x.:-:-:-:-:-:':-:-:-ft-:-:-v-:-:-:: -r-:- :-x:-x-k:-.F :-:v:v:-Xvi-x vivi-x-Xs-:-:':-:-:-:-:- :-:-:-:y:-:-y.-:-:-x I : S5KJj(5:::-i :o: M f ::.oXv: : -:irXvSj;H :-.-x::-;-: :vX': illiiiim jiiimiiiii,,, . 'O'"'' ,f5 , ' x.x-:;?xx-:ix-x-x-:-x-:-Xv ts y vx-a-:v:-:- x-x-x-.x-x-x--:' l . J ' ,V ' ' a 'v's -.' s S a. ' w'V a. 'S,l i ' ' f . s 4 ' ' ' jS.rfct.,PW,.tM.fcYMtA v a "1 wish you'd go down and tend the furnace. J haven't had a wink of sleep for my teeth chattering over there on the dresser.' "Slinky, I have fed hogs better stuff than this in Nebraska." , "Well," said this future money-shark, money-shark, "I need the money so bad, I sell it to them." Come up and kill Slinky some time. BILLIGAN'S MULE. Once News, Now History Twenty-five Years Ago Today From the Files of the PROVO HERALD January 19, 1914 Entitled "The Calamity Criers" and bearing In the second heading, head-ing, "A Scholarly Reply to Senator Sen-ator Smoot's Calamity Howl and a Good Reply to All Standpatters Standpat-ters the Wilson Administration Strongly Endorsed and the Future Fu-ture Business Outlook Set Forth In a Clear and Concise Manner The Proof Is Here," the Herald Man Child BY X REPORTER The woodcutter paid us another an-other visit recently and left a jag of fine, sound fireplace logs that will make many a winter evening cheerful and warm. I always feel a little embarrassed em-barrassed when it comes to sav ing the woodcutter. For I should nate most awfully to have to go out in the " woods and cut and split the load of wood for the inning sum he charges. "Have you any- trees that need topping?" he asked as "he tossed the last few pieces off his truck. There had been a hieh wind iust a few days before, and some of tne trees near the house did look a little heavy in their tops. "No," I thanked him. Tree topping or tree lopping, unless positively necessary, are not to ray liking. He opened the door of the truck's closed cab", and there sat bis wife j with a softv fluffy blue bundle on her lap." Light blue, the color for babies. It -was 'a baby.; "Four weeks old." sTie said in answer to my query! . i The -i pink ; little face, - sound SOON H4 By Clyde Lewi CRANIUM CRACKECT In each of the following sentences sen-tences one word only is misspelled. Spot the word and give the correct spelling. 1. Prestidigitation and legerdemain legerde-main are practiced by majicians. 2. Ostentatious conduct often repells acquaintances. 3. "Clarafy the point!" Williams bellowed in wrath. 4. Many military maneuvrcs are pageants of defensive strength. Aiimvci" cm Pago 4, Sec, 2 featured an article prepared Walter Adams. by Heavy rains following snow brought down Provo canyon landslides land-slides which disrupted Heber train service and required several days to clear. Knight Starr Jordan arrived in Provo to take charge of the new concentrating mill at Silver City. The new mill was to be tke chief one for all Knight properties in the Tintic district. of Today asleep, didn't look much larger than a dollar, rimmed as it was by the sky-blue, hood. There's something or other about the colors tiny babies wear that's supposed to .indicate whether it's a boy or girl. I remembered later that pink; is supposed to be for boy babies' because be-cause that's the only time in their lives boys can or will wear pink. Then they don't know about it and couldn't help themselves anyway. At the time I couldn't think just what the color formula was. "It's a boy," said the sweet-faced sweet-faced mother in answer to another an-other question. "Gonna be a timberjack," said the baby's dad, perhaps a little embarrassed. "Tree topper." "That is if he can find any workanything to do," commented com-mented the mother. Her cpmment, which was only that and not a complaint, spoke volumes. Yeah," the father said. "By the time he's; old : enough there'll probably "be work enough to go around," ? I ; said. , -yeah? his father said, i "I surely hope so," -said, the mother. ETJTII rARTEIDGC KICHAN Where wa I? Oh, I know, I had just called the police. Well, folks, the crowd grew and grew. and; they' all ? t&evr more"? about it than I did, so l just paced up and 'down--to keep warm, and pretty soon, here comes the law. He got out bfr hisf car and 'walked 'walk-ed over and I met him. Told him Just what had happened. ' He turned tp the fellow who; had been driving the other car and said, "Even if 'she is wrong which I doubt you have no business busi-ness to talk to any woman that way." Well sisters, I nearly swooned. I pointed out my car way over across the intersection, and told him It was unhurt.. He turned around and asked the crowdV-and by now.it was a crowd how many had actually seen the affair. In 10 seconds the crowd was gone. I -left my address and phone number and left. I've never heard anything about it since, except that I ran into . a man's 1 car on ' Fifth and University and lost a fender. But I know I didn't cooooo oh, yes, I lost a fender sure;' enough, but that came later when1 1 was on my way .to Salt Lake to meet my brother. I took the lower road to avoid the holiday drunks, and met my doom with a holiday sober. I crawled onto that antiquated bit of junk metal known as a bridge that crosses the river not far north of Center street. Now, that bridge from necessity is a one-way bridge. I saw a car coming and slowed down, but he was so far away and the right of way so obviously mine, that I called myself a pussyfoot and drove on. I was more than half way across when the other car reached the bridge and to my horror, drove onto it. Still thinking think-ing he would stop when he saw me, I pulled frantically over to the side, and as I waigoing only about 20 Sniles an hour as I always do on that dilapidated bridge, I stopped Jyefore I could hit the rusty rail and take it and me too, into the river below. But he made no attempt to stop, at least not until he had ripped my back fender out of its holdings. hold-ings. I rolled down my window and wished I had a blackjack. The party of the second part come up looking as pleasant as punch. "I sorta thought you'd pull over." Figure that one out. It only took me a moment to get my breath and start in on him when I was floored again. "Well, accidents will happen," and of course he was right. As long as people like that drive. An accident! It was unpremeditated murder. He had his wife in front, and the O SERIAL STORY LOVERS AWEIGH CAST OF CHARACTERS JIDY AlCOT T admiral's dancktcr. She faced a choice betweea two navy aaltora. DWIGUT CAMPBELL. ambition ambi-tion Ueaiamaat. lie faced a choice bet wee a his wife and daty. JACK HANLHY Arias sailor. He faced a test of a patieat love. MARVEL HASTING 8 aavy wife. She faced the test of betas; a sjooo) aallor. ' Testerdays Dwls;ht pleads with Judy to so oat with hiss, aad crn thoash she realises that she hoald aot slaee she Is bow wear-las wear-las Jack's ring, she agrees la meet klam. CHAPTER XXVIII JUDY knew, looking into the mir-rior mir-rior before she went out to mfet Dwight Campbell, that she had o right to do this. Jack Han-ley's Han-ley's ring was on her finger. As she pewdered her nose, the ring moved, it was so loose. She had forgotten to wind the string around it, to make it tighter. Yet the girl in the mirror looked back at her with eyes that glowed with happiness. The softly curved mouth was not smiling, but in its corners there was none of the weary droop she had come to know so, well, looking at herself innumerable times before she went out to face people. Her pale gold hair waved around her face. The high fore-head, fore-head, the creamy skin, made a lovely picture. Not like Marvel of course. Not redheaded and spectacular spec-tacular and challenging. You'd never fail to notice Marvel, no matter where she was. She was an eyecatcher. Yet Dwight would rather be with Judy. Her mother had gone to Mrs. Lane's, for which Judy was thankful. thank-ful. Not that mother ever questioned ques-tioned her suspiciously when she went out but Her heart sank. Dwight was making her do so many things she had never done before! Why did it have to be so clandestine? It was only a harmless harm-less meeting. Just to talk for a few minutes. But the ring on her finger fin-ger silently reproached her. She shouldn't be going. as CHE got into her car, almost de-fiantly. de-fiantly. Dwight was already waiting on the corner wj&ere they had met so unexpectedly, last time. He got into the car, saying, "I'm so glad "W 3 V MA 9tVKt. IWC T. M BEC V PT. Of. 1 This man is my husband. Any time I send him down here I want you to remember he's just as smart a shonner as I am." back was full of children, and he seemed quite puzzled because I was so furious. He said he would pay. The garage man said yes, he would pay, if he had it. Well, all I can see ahead, is a law stating that when a right of way is in question, no one shall pass until the other one has gone. It's complicated, but it's inevitable as I see it. Bright Thougt For The Day let's all hope in convert that the German Unknown Soldier is a JEW! Squaw Creek. Dear Newspaper: Mrs. Mush Hank says she can't figure out why Mush will spend four hours a day at Schultz'g Beer Parlor but kicks about going to church 45 minutes on Sunday. PIUTE JOE. you came! Things have been tough for me." He added, "You're looking look-ing beautiful." "Don't, Dwight." "But I mean it. You're like a like a cool, soothing hand. The way you look is restful. Lovely. Friendly." She laughed uncertainly. They drove for a few blocks, and then she said, "We oughtn't do this. We might" "Might run into someone who knows us, eh?" His voice vas bitter. bit-ter. "After all" she said. VNarxowminded fools!" Judy's knuckles were white on the wheel. "But you arc married, mar-ried, Dwight. And I'm engaged." "That doesn't give dirty gossip a right to take pot shots at us." "But but " "Oh, I know, I've taken you into my arms, kissed you. I guess it sticks out all over me that I love you." "You don't love me, Dwight,1 she said. "You're just lonely. You've had a bad shellacking, you're angry with your wife." She parked the car where they could look out at the water. "Wife! She's getting a divorce," Dwight said. "Are you sure?" "Yes. I told you, she's going to Reno." a JUDY remembered Cary Ten-nant's Ten-nant's narrow, predatory eyes, the aquiline cut of his nose. She said, "I'm sorry, Dwight." "Why should you be sorry? I'm not. It was a mistake. Right from the first. We were never meant for each other. She's a spoiled, rich, selfish girl; and I'm a hardworking hard-working man who must maintain a difficult discipline." "You're not maintaining it now, are you? Neither one of us. Yes, Dwight that's true. The Navy has a stubborn discipline. They'd be hard to explain to if if they ever " "That's making a mountain of a molehill," he said impatiently. "Our personal lives are our own. What I meant was that Marvel threw a fit every time I had to go to sea. I don't know what she'd have done if there had happened to be major fleet exercises if I'd have, had to leave her for months at a time." "Just how much does your career ca-reer mean to you, outside of getting get-ting ahead?" Judy asked suddenly. sudden-ly. "Outside v of the glamor and the promotion what is there for you?" ' "Glamor?" he repeated. "Precious "Pre-cious little glamor in it. And if you mean dovl love the smell of Piute jgS I Bright Moments in Great Lives Benjamin Franklin had started publishing his newspaper in Philadelphia Phila-delphia and had taken some very prominent citizens over the coals for what he thought was freedom on their public conduct Some of his advertisers and subscribers took exception to his methods of publishing, and came to see him about it. He listened patiently, then invited them all to dinner. The time arrived, the guests assembled, as-sembled, and finally supper was announced. When they were all seated the servants brought in two large coarse dishes of pudding, made of coarse meal. He served them all li-berally, then, partook par-took freely of the food, urging them to do likewise. None could eat the stuff. Seeing how difficult diffi-cult it was for them to eat, he arose and said: "My friends, anyone any-one who can subsist on sawdust pudding and water, as I can, needs no man's patronage.." BY BETTY WALLACE COPYRIGHT, ISS8 NEA SERVfCC INC. sea air, and the bucking of a destroyer de-stroyer in heavy weather, and all the other poetical and half-baked stuff ensigns spout why no, of course not. It's a hard life, and a narrow one. But it has its compensations." com-pensations." "Getting to be an admiral?" she asked. "The taste of power four starred blue flags and being piped over the side and twelve gun salutes. sa-lutes. That what you mean?" , "That's glamor, too, and precious pre-cious few ever get it." "StilL it's what you mean, isn't it?" TIE did not deny that. She said L thoughtfully, "You don't really love it. You could live without it. It isn't everything to you. You dread being passed over, and yet if you were, it wouldn. be a tragedy. trag-edy. You're self-sufficrnt, Dwight, and sooner or later your ambition would shape itself into some other career." V'How did we happen to get talking talk-ing about this?" he asked. "Let's talk about the moon." "I was thinking," she said. "Ju?t thinking. Do you know, Dwight, my father collects books naval engagements, en-gagements, lull -rigged ships, the old Iron Navy even sea chanties and bcllads. He " "And I suppose," he broke in acidly, Thct Hanley collects dirigible histc y." "He does," she replied quietly. "Airships from the first balloons through Count Von Zeppelin right up to Captain Lehmann's book." "Because I don't, I'm not " "No," she said quickly. "No, that's not what I meant. It's just oh you don't understand." "I understand this,"Tie said, and reached for her. She cried, "Please don't, please don't!" She felt suddenly so ashamed, so soiled. How cheap this was! The feverish longing and the weary hopes that wore her out when she was away from him had changed into only this feeling of sneakiness, of humiliation hu-miliation that they should; have to hide to be together. It spoiled everything. Destroyed thfe ache for his arms, the charmipf his handsome face. Even the magic that his voice had once been able to work over her was gone. She knew only that she didn't want to be cringing in her car," away from the curious eyes of people, when all her soul longed for cleanliness, for the right to be free and proud. An oncoming car swept its headlights head-lights over them, picking them out for a moment with a merciless flood of light. Judy cowered away from it, and then the car was alongside. It had stopped. A woman's voice said bitterly, "So this is what you're" up to!" With a gasp, Judy recognized Mar-vel's Mar-vel's throaty tones. . 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