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Show PROVO (UTAH) SUNDAY HERALD, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 2 7, 1936 SECTION TWO OUT OUR WAY By WILLIAMS SIDE GLANCES By GeorgeCIark j PAGE FOUR 1 , 1 The Herald Pub!tned by the Herald Corporation. SO BouUfFlMl Wl mtrft, Provo, Utah. Entre4 as acoDdolaia matter at the postoftlo la Provo, Utah, under the ct of March 3 17. Oilman, NlcoJ A Ruthman, National Advertising representatives. New York. San Franclaoo. Detroit Boston, Loa Anselea. Seattle, Chicago. Member United Preaa. N. UJ A S-rvlce. Weatern Features and the Scrlppa League of Newapapera Subscription trmi by canter In Utah ooanty SO cnts the month. $8.00 for alx month. In advance; J&.76 the yar tn advance; by man lft.00 the year In nrlvmoe "proclaim Liberty through all tb lnT Th Liberty II Have respect unto the covenant: for thfe dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty. Psalms 74:20. Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn. Burns. Let's Leave Education to the Educators It is a little bit refreshing to find a great state university univer-sity in the middlewest rowing about the firing of its president presi-dent rather than its football coach. Usually, there are only two sure ways for a university to majte the' front page. One is for it to have an unusually successful football season. The other is for it to have an unusually un-usually unsuccessful one. . There is a third, subsidiary way. of course, which comes into plav when some friend of the peepul arises in the state legislature to announce that the campus is a haven of free love and that red radicalism is being taught in the classrooms. class-rooms. But this is getting to be old stuff, by now, and the readers are apt to be bored by it. Football is much surer. So, as we say. it is refreshing because it is so different to see that the present storm at the University of Wisconsin Wiscon-sin centers about the conduct and personality of its president. Glenn Frank. Wisconsin had its football coach row a year ago. ;J ;i However unpleasant this row may be for the university, for Mr. Frank, or for the student body, there is no doubt that it does serve a useful purpose and in a way that the people who started it hardly intended. It serves, that is. to center our attention on the whole question of higher education in America. What is a university for, and what part does it play in our lives? What is it supjosed to do? Who is supposed to run it the chosen president, the regents who stand behind the president, or the public at large which stands behind the regents? Just how far may those who pay the piper exercise the old privilege of calling the tune? These questions are fundamental and yet we rarely consider them. The result is a good deal of foggy thinking about the function and the place of a state university, and about the ins and outs of public education in general. This foggy thinking is the bane of all our educators, from the princinal of the neighborhood grammar school to the president of the state university. ife p -Y y Because of it. we are slow to realize that the educator has the most abstruse and complex of jobs and that we, as laymen, are hardlv competent to criticize his performance except in a very broad and general way. So r from time to timer we send delegations to the local rchool board to object to the kind of history textbook used in he high vhool or to request the board to keep the feminine .'eachers from going to dances; or we shoot a legislative committee com-mittee down to the university to put some instructor on the grill for his remarks before the sophomore sociology class; or we pass a law stipulating that the university may not teach this. that, or the other specified doctrine; or we crack down on the university president for antagonizing the chief campaign contributor to the dominant political party. What we need, perhaps, is a three-evenings-a-week course on the care and feeding of a public educational institution. Princess Eizabeth of England is said to be almost as popular as Shirley Temple. That's enough in itself why be a queen ? CLOUDS VPUS " -V -V "" : r' ' ' , iV U' "' ' - . '. ;'. v.- '.-- ;:. A' ? y' P!v & mi ;f nm A ;- 1 I vlW mm iV ill m U dli 1 If !l " S rt isUj t , OVER THE STEEL (T. 13bBY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. BEG. U. S. PAT. 3 Considering Monopoly BY X REPORTJER Uncle Bill Borah is, I think, one of the very few members of this democracy whu see the grave dangers dan-gers of monopoly. He has been a lone voice crying in the wilderness wilder-ness for lo these many years. He sees that if u few men may control the output of some much-needed much-needed commodity the leveling law of supply and demand will be annulled, and the much-needed commodity Will become as a luxury, lux-ury, to be parceled out sparingly and at high costs, for all the traffic traf-fic will bear. T'ne people of this nation have ccme quite generally to realize that they would get short shrift from any small and selfish group that might coiner the market on any of life's necessaries. Several times they have been within the shadow of a threatened complete monopoly, but have lucked thru the crisis somehow. Just now, with organized labor la-bor approaching a new heyday, there is another possibility of monopoly in the offing that must make us jobholders philosophize a bit the monopoly of jobs. I can cite you crafts justi few, to be sure in which the average av-erage man or youth has no more possibility of entree than he has possibility of joining the Metropolitan Metro-politan Opera company. Crafts that do ineded. useful work. This little screed is in no respect re-spect an outcry against unionism. Far from it. It is merely to point out a new obligation of unionism t'nat will increase by leaps and bounds as the unionists more nearly approach their ultimate goal. Already there is evidence in the cities of a bond of understand- INDUSTRY REFRESHMENTS. Off. pleasant ! VIEW I j MRS. EARL FOOTE I Reporter Phone 034-K-S An old time dance for married people will be held in the amusement amuse-ment hall Monday evening. A good program will begin at s o'clock and dancing will start at 9 o'clock. Prizes will be given for old fashioned costumes. The Daughters of Utah Pioneers, who are sponsoring the dance, promise a good time to every one who likes quadrilles, waltzes and old time dances. A small admission price will be charged and light refreshments refresh-ments will be free. Ed Burgener returned home Thursday from Wisconsin where he has been doing missionary work for 25 months. He 'nas been district president for a year and has enjoyed his work there. His mother. Mrs. Clara Burgener, Mr. and Mrs. Sidney H. Cluff and Miss Lucile Cluff went to Salt Lake to meet Mr. Burgener. A missionary program will be given in the chapel Sunday evening eve-ning beginning at 7 o'clock for Mar vin Perry, son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank J. Perry, who will leave January 4 for the Northwestern states mission. A party will be held Wednesday Wednes-day evening in the amusement hall for Marvin, and every one is invited. The Primary omcers entertained entertain-ed the children of the ward at a Christmas party Tuesday afternoon. after-noon. Each class furnished a part on tne program with the following follow-ing Seagull girls giving a short Christmas play: Donna Lou Hall, Mary Daley, Elva Hansen, Helen Meldrum, Juanita Campbell, Beth Meldrtim Juanita Campbell, Beth Gurr, Barbara Heinerman and Ardis Dollahite. A large box of vegetables and fruit, furnished by the Primary children, was presented to the Relief society for distribution by Donald Mac- Kay. Mrs. Hal Cowley, secretary of the Relief society' accepted the box and gave a short talk. Games were played and candy and nuts were given to all the children. All the classes of the Page school enjoyed Christmas programs pro-grams and exchanged gifts Thursday Thurs-day afternoon when school was dismissed for the holidays. Eugene Gurr is home for two days vacation from Henagei's Business college in Salt Lake City. Evelyn Brown, a nurse at the St. Mark's hospital, visited here with her father and brother, Archie Brown and Francis. Mr. and Mrs. William Bowman and three sons and Mr. and Mrs. George Wagner and baby spent Christmas at the W. H. Wagner home. Miss Ruth Stott spent the week in Meadow with her family. Mrs. Neldon Enjoys Trip To Convention Mrs. Jean Neldon, home service supervisor for the Provo division of the Utah Power and Light company, com-pany, returned Tuesday evening from the east, where she attended th G-E convention held at Nela park, Cleveland, Ohio. Mrs. Nelson participated in all sessions of the four-day conven ing between certain industries and the labor organizations that operate oper-ate within them. Sort of a secret NRA, as it were, the supreme court to the contrary notwithstanding. notwith-standing. Tracing such a system out to its full-blown conclusion, it is fairly fair-ly easy to see closed corporations operating certain industries and other closed corporations controlling controll-ing all the jobs available in such industries. . Such an arrangement widespread wide-spread would leave a large section of the" population very much out in the cold. And that would be a serious matter. tion, then journeyed to Washington, Washing-ton, where she was the guest of Mrs. J. Clark Paris for a week. She reports having enjoyed a delightful de-lightful stay in Washington, visiting visit-ing most of the principal places of interest and importance. BEGIN HERE TODAY MAHCIA CANFIBLD, daukttr of wealthy IMIILIP CANKlfXD, known that th- nr lf(hhorhood tn busmlnic with jrooalp ovrr the nod-den nod-den dlnappearamre of FRANK KKNDHICK, nkow enftafrrnient to Mnrcla ham been announced. Since hi disappearance, a ikortaicr In Kendrlek orcoand kin been dUriivrrrd. ItefuMlnK to Let other knoir how deeply one ban been hurt, Marfla, who i interested In amateur ama-teur dramntlcK. com to the try-outn try-outn of the Statecraft t-ulld to try for a part in the new play. II RLE WAimni.I-. Marria'a elonent friend, a I no attenda the try-out. Aftv mim tadeeiiionvi Mareia Im arlvrn the lead in the play. DOROTHY OSBOHX, who dilike Mnrria, In crlvrn a Irm important part. NOW GO OV WITH THE STORY CHAPTER III JT was a custom in Bobbs Neck to cap almost any evening's pastime or endeavor with hamburger ham-burger sandwiches and coffee at the Dog Wagon, the onlv restaurant restau-rant in town which remained open nil night. Here milkmen and other night drivers and the suburban railroad train crews shared counter coun-ter and tables with formal dress customers on their way home from arties. Thus to the Dog Wagon came Marcia Canfield and Helen Wad-dell Wad-dell and a dozen or so other newly-ordained actors and actresses, after the Stagecraft Guild tryouts. It was a midweek night, and bitterly bit-terly cold, so that fewer townspeople towns-people than usual were abroad, and as the hour was only midnight mid-night the regular crowd of night-working night-working customers had not yet assembled. None of the counter stools was occupied, so that all of the Stagecraft Guild group found seats together, in a long and noisy row. Tony Stellicci, the young "chef," to whom the acquaintanceships he formed among the patrons were far more sustaining than all the food in the place, chose to take their orders himself, waving the inevitably adenoidal waiter away from such intimate contact with the elite. Having served with that dispatch dis-patch which characterizes lunch counters and is equaled nowhere else in the world, Tony leaned on the cash register and looked affectionately affec-tionately upon the social cream of the night's business. At 25, Tony found life good. He had a nice job, where he met people; although al-though his mother was dead he managed to maintain a comfort able home for his semi-invalid father; he had friends and the endless variety of suburban and waterfront recreations. He had also, he reflected but then the glare of headlights through the restaurant windows caused him to turn and look out the frost-smeared frost-smeared panes. Two cars had stopped in the diagonal parking spaces at the curb. Their lights went out; Tony did not know that their engines were still turning over. Nor did he know that while four-men crossed the sfdewalk to-ward to-ward the restaurant, a man remained re-mained at the wheel of each car and still another man bad taken shelter in a doorway at the street intersection, a dozen paces away. The four entered the restaurant, stopping just inside the door to stamp the snow off their shoes and rub the chill out of their hands. It was not surprising that their coat collars were pulled high and theitvhats low over their faces, fofi uevnnd was strong and snow was flying. Three of the men started toward seats at the rear end of the counter; the fourth paused, head bent, to remove his i - - a H-DALF-ACB5E i Howdy, folks! This Is the day that dad hurries home early so that he can piy some more with his small son's electric train. It is also the day that Little Bobbie sprains his arm trying to ride down the basement stairs on his new velocipede. CASUALTY NOTE i i Li'l Gee Gee's sweetie kissed her under the mistletoe yesterday yester-day and got mlstleptomaine pois oning. The old problem of what happens hap-pens when ap. irresistible force meets an immovable object is as nothing compared to what happens hap-pens when it meets a destructive child. Li'l Gee Gee is in a quandary. A belated Christmas present arrived ar-rived today marked: "Not to be opened before Christmas," and the poor little kid says she doesn't want to wait a whole year before she opens it! A person never realizes how many uncles, aunts and cousins he has until he discovers how many of them he left off his Christmas card list. And then there was the circus fat lady who was so big she got a Mack truck in her stocking Christmas morning. One of the annual joys of Christmastide is getting up at 3 o'clock in the morning to get 1 v n I . i , ; VS .::w5fc. " i-?f.,-s e-" J i V ill- "IVCniliK . t,g t - y v ft i.jv..Aii.A.. "This is a scup," the voice said, without nervousness. eye glasses and wipe . the steam from them. Tony moved down the counter toward the three who were taking seats. Midway, he was halted by sight of a pistol in the hand of one, and by the voice of the man who had waited near the door. "This is a stickup!" said the voice, without nervousness. "Everybody remain seated. Keep your hands above the counter. We've got you covered from both ends!" "And you, chef," the voice of the leader continued, "lean on the counter, with both hands! You, too, waiter! Talk to the customers. cus-tomers. You folks go on eating. Don't anybody put his hands below be-low the counter!" npONY watched the two men who were making the quick collection collec-tion of valuables. Watched them bitterly. He was proud of the little lit-tle restaurant, proud of his job. He felt that somehow the honor of his employer and of himself were being ruined; his position here was as host, the customers were as guests. The collection was finished and the two men with the loot left the restaurant. The man at the rear rose from his stool, held his pistol in a pocket and joined his companion at the door. The latter lat-ter tried to reach the cash register, regis-ter, on a shelf back of the counter, but failed. "Come here, chef," he called. "Hold your hands together, down in front of you. Open this machine." ma-chine." Tony walked toward him. He heard one car back from the curb and move off. Furiously his mind sought some means of thwarting these remaining bandits. But there U I SSH' T-M RfC-u"- T- x f IrJr JfiSS BY NEA SERVICE, INC fr 'But, madam, this is the cloth you picked out of the sa moles." Today's dumbbell is who gives his sweetie case without a mirror. Now is the time to the gink a vanity start ad- dressing your Christmas cards appeared to be no help. Angrily he pressed the "No Sale" key and the cash drawer opened. The man with the glasses reached for the bills, leaning far over the cigar counter. His face, Tony thought, was not one he knew. The other man stood with his back" to the restaurant, a hand on the doorknob. Tony thought of the telephone, and glanced at it over his shoulder. The glance was not lost on the cash drawer looter. He murmured something to his companion. The man at the door drew from ; a pocket and handed over an exceptionally ex-ceptionally large pair of pliers. The man with the spectacles reached across the counter and snapped a phone wire with the cutting edge of the tool. Tony stiffened, as if he had had a physical physi-cal shock. v The robbers went out, with a parting admonition. There was the sound of the second car pulling pull-ing away. With a sob, Tony ran around the end of the counter to the door. "I'll get the cops!" he called back, and dashed out, heedless of the weather. Racing down the street to the police station, two blocks away, he fought for composure, welcomed the wind chilling his hot face. He had recognized the pliers. '"PHE police sergeant and two patrolmen, routed from the comfort of the station house, found the Dog Wagon's customers quite recovered from any fright, but . the thrill remained and a tornado tor-nado of talk was in progress. After a futile few moments the sergeant conceived the idea of pursuit along the bandits' automobile automo-bile tracks in the fresh snow, and I j for next year. the baby a drink of water and stepping on a tin soldier in your bare feet. Only 364 more davs to do vour Christmas shopping! BY ROBERT DICKSON Copyright, 1936, NEA Service, Inc. the patrolmen set out in their car, returning soon, however, to report re-port that the tracks had all but disappeared by reason of the wind and continuing snow fall and, anyway, they were found to mingle min-gle with other fading tracks on the main highway. The sergeant meanwhile, having sent out such alarms as occurred to him and which -he relayed by various messengers to the police station, began the tedious task of listing the . money and articles stolen. He" was somewhat hampered ham-pered by the fact that general conversation continued at high speed, frequently including even the person whom the sergeant was trying to question. Fortunately no individual loss appeared to have been great. Several persons had been robbed of watches, all had lost money, , from small change to $10 or so. Someone remarked re-marked that the robbers should have waited until a Saturday night, when wallets would have been full. It was the arrival of the first of the milkmen's hour customers which caused the sergeant to adjourn ad-journ the questioning to the police station, and he ordered all concerned, con-cerned, excepting Tony, to follow him. "Didn't recognize any of the guys, eh, Tony?" the officer asked as he started out. ' "Never saw any of them before, far as I know," Tony replied, hoping hop-ing his voice was steady. "Well, I'll see you later, when I've finished with these," said the sergeant, motioning the company to join him. All of the Stagecraft group went out, still talking excitedly, exchanging constantly revised notes on their reactions. Tony turned to the new customers. The new customers wanted to know all about it. Tony gave the first of a series of recitals that was to continue, as other customers custom-ers arrived, until dawn, when the day chef came on duty. TTAKINfl off hpr trlnwoc n f 4 Via i 1 police station. Marcia mqtwI She had for a time forgotten one item among the contents of her f handha e nnw milc -xv i k. , OJ - - " " W4 V- possession of the bandits. Her mother's ring! The ring was years old and wearing thin, so that its sharp edge hurt the finger. During the day Marcia had removed it and dropped it into her bag, intending to have it repaired. Shehad forgotten for-gotten the fact until, stripping off her gloves, she noticed her hand bare of its usual single ornament It was the most cherished of her possessions, a ruby ring that her mother had left to a very young Marcia, 17 years ago. It had always al-ways seemed a most enduring link to the mother whom Marcia, as she grew up, couldn't remember very well. The sergeant laboriously wrote down its description. Tony Stellicci stopped in at the police station on his way home from work at dawn. As he discussed dis-cussed the robbery with the sergeant, ser-geant, he glanced through the list of the articles stolen. After the name of Marcia Canfield he read of the ring. It was described in some detail, and "It was the lady's mother's," the sergeant had written. Tony went home with tight lipsv He, too, had the childhood memory mem-ory of a mother. It only mad? harder the job he saw ahead. .(To Be Continued) ' , |