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Show PAGE TWO rnovo (Utah) Sunday herald, sunday, septemijer 15, mio SECTION TWO 4. 4TJly lieraii Kre-rr Afttrnoon i.xcep fr-atuMay and Snnday) Punished br th lliUJ CororRtlon. M fvnut r"1rrt Wt fclret-t, Iroiro. I lh. Kll'rurl M "-nrid el rnxllor at lh pnmtottica la I'rovo, Lih, widfr n et of ftimrca .Oi;.!Lj.n. M-l Knhmin, Natloinl AlverttnitiK reir. umilvti, Nevr lorh. fcn r run- liro, Detroit, B'moo, Ijvm irselt, ClileaK". Mimhw United IrM, N. !. A. Brvl'-, T-iltor1 F,jfhj, Pus to . ' 1 1 1 1 1 Lengn of N'Ip"n ntl Auiiit isure l C'lrcuiat mil. Kj!j-ti ptin terms l.y rrrir la T'tnn fflunty, tmutm tH; rsontti, f 2 W f'r six montrii. In Advance, $.7b lh year. In ilc; mnll la county, IS CO; outld entmt It tft year In adrnnr. lw Tlbet-ty Tt HerJd will Dot umm firuincln! ri, ' 'l.llitr f ny Kr"i which Biy t i cr In dverttmrutii puMlflu 1 l' column. In tho in;ncf tn th pior la at fault. It will reprint (Mat part of tha .dverUement im hc tiaa typographloaj mlstaha occur. What Shall It Profit a The French saved Paris. thing- els valuable. -and time alone The British have chosen the other course. They may sacrifice in flame and ashes the greatest city in the world, but they may save something else, too, that is very precious: self-respect, honor, something that for lack of a better term might be called a national soul. The words of St. Mark were not written perhaps for quite these circumstances, but they come forcibly to mind as the bombs shriek down, the walls crumble, and the dust and smoke roll across the city on the Thames. "For whosoever will save his life shall lose it. . . . "For what shall it profit a man. if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?'" The words were written, perhaps, of another kind of sacrifice than that which the ordinary people of Britain ;rre making today. Perhaps soul is not quite the right word. But should the British win through after an ordeal of this kind, they may have lost Iondon, but they may also have saved something more valuable to their future their integrity as a people. Milton's statue crashes down into the street from St. Giles' Cripplegate. But suppose the statute still stood, and the freedom for which Milton himself struggled were blotted blot-ted out? . The very tombs of Chancer and Cower may be splintered to shards, hut suppose the tongue they molded were to be prohibited in their own city? The little church beside the peaceful Avon where Shakespeare Shake-speare sleeps may tumble into ruin, but suppose his words were to survive only as a Teutonic translation of a figure at last by conquest "unser Shakespeare?" The old monuments of London fall, the oulcronping Homa ii walls crumble at last after 20(H) years, the Tower William th Conqueror may topvle. the Tendons of Johns and Dickens and Thacherv, Whitehall may become du-t. The British are sfaMng even-thin-.' than on the pa."t. Thev have lio-cn to the monuments' of the pat, hoping an very rums will bo recognized by the future as a monument lo their courage and their integrity. Even if the British lose Imdon, they stake all on the hope of finding something infinitely more precious. Design For War In the midst of war, British architects are are designing the duellings of the next war, or stages of this one if it lrsts long enough. Houses are without windows because, many bombing injuries are caused by flying glass. The bedrooms', which arc in the center of the houses, are built as bomb shelters, the beds in cubicles of resistent construction. Town design is similarly affected. The houses are in rows along the pattern of the hedgerows. Most of them would have flat roofs covered with grey-green shavings. A few would be painted bright red. Thus, from a plane, the town would look like a mere straggling village, hardly worth bombing. Dispatches don't mention the matter, but one supposes that the red-roofed houses will rent for a little less. c 1 Nation? In raving it. thev lost the some-mere some-mere shall tell which was or of on of Linn-house and Soho and : on t he fut 1 11 , ire rai make noinn-io'itirr -fodd. 1 believing 1 hat 1 ho- I HISV. of the Th.-v later 'Ok ay' 't f t ' ''. i - Vx ' rr--..-..k V h v., 1 1 : ,; Was Thinkinc I'y ! I.NIL C. CAKKOIA. I was thinking wln-n I looked nt the tower on the new Kelifdous Education building now standing on Temple Hill and recalled that awt of chimes were to he installed there, of the part the Y bell haa played in the institution. There is always something appealing In a bell. It serves so many func tions; it is associated with so many of the important activities of our lives. 'Phi re are so many kinds ot bells, too, that call up such differ ent responses. And so the old Y bell has become a part of the happy memories of thousands who have responded to its various mes sagi s and commands. When, years ago, the B. Y. Academy was moved from tcmpor ary quarters in the upper story of the old Z. C. M. I. warehouse to it.s n.-wly erected home, the Educa tional i-miiuing, inp oeu was a triangle made of a metal bar and rung by means of a metal rod .'diking it by hand. The bell nng- er in those days wa.s also the s hool disciplinarian. It was his duly to keep order in the hulls during the change of passes. A tew years later the student.1? subscribed by donation for the purchase of a cast iron bell. This was humr in the belfry of the Educational Building;, find a long rov reached down from it through three stories to the main en trance. This bell was rung by students, stu-dents, appointed in turn, twice each hour to regulate the change of classes. Jt al.so sounded with a happier renl whenever the Y was victorious in nth let ic contests. Many years ago this bell was replaced by a large nickel r; II donated to the school. The bell was taken from a meeting house which stood where the stake tah-f-rnarle now stands, at the time the t ahernnrle was built. In time, the hand-ringing of the h II by Mudents was supplanted by an electric motor-driven device installed by the late ingenious J. V. Sauls. Though the bell was from that time rung mechanically for class changes, the old hnnd-rung hnnd-rung bed was still used to proclaim pro-claim fc'ioo! victories. Now, there is a system of centrally-controlled hells on the two caiopu-. s, and although there will soon be a .set of beautiful chimes, the tradition of the old Y bell will continue to lie dear to the h'. arts of Bngham Young University Uni-versity Mudents. A part of that trafhtjon h is hern for each graduating grad-uating class to ascend to the belfry and slrikn h, good!;.ye toll on the Hd bell whii h has been so close i pall ol their col o'"o lives. I'r. Carlton fulmsee has perpetuated perpet-uated the tradition of the Y bell in words of ,i son;,- for which I'rof William F. Hanson composed the music: THE OLD Y Bf.LL, There's only one note in the throat Of tin Old Y Bell, But round and sweet are strokes that beat And boom and .swell. Iron the And all year long there's only one song, But the old bell rings it clear: Ciood will to youth in quest ot truth. You are welcome here." OUT QUll V7AY 7 WIMMIM HA1MTT WUTH A PA NO AROUND GTOCK CAIM'T EVCM KEEP A. CACTPICM IM A PAN WHILE A FELLER FIXES TH' TROUGH I'VE KCPT HIM IN THAR TO PUSIFY TH' W'ATCFZ, AM' VOL) GO AN' L.I2A.VG HIV1 HIT HI'S HAID ON A ROC K. On The Sunny Sid e By M AJIY f:BLi;. CAIN To maintain the same Interest in a hobby over a pen id of 42 years is proof that a hobby can become indispensable to one's daily happiness. A Will Jones started keening- a diarv in i huh Bach diy since, he has curried a pocket memorandum, in which he makt.s entries of ineidenti ih,, occur. The most important ot the.se are Liter rewritten int ir;re book. And each New Ye-ir lb old year's memorandum book is put carefuly away in the wooden which contains nil of the Others of the veiu-s ruwt The lirK-. diary ccmtainH tin dstorv of tl live, of Ills, parents, amily nronls and Incidents that i iv touched I, , Hll)1 ,h(, ljv,,s f his uifc and their u'mi .hu. ilr'ti,j,v ,MrsonH j.j,,, UiWH of that VHlllf-d tn,h .Von should uanl In !. Jf SO met h, ' - . ' I ( ( (ice day unusual r about Hie find Arn is-in is-in iTovo, or m.itiy other events, Mr. Jones could most likely supply the desired information, in-formation, for his collection ol records also includes 21 looseleat scrapbooks, each labeled as to its contents. "It has taken years to assemble assem-ble the contents of these files," Mr. Jones said. Anu that is quite readily understood, for in glancing; hurriedly through the books we found that in order to do the material justice -it would require much more space than this column avails. One book contains h! favorite pxwms, and many f his own original verses. Another, articles of historic.nl hu iilt rets. -Tneti, pro Vs.'.- . ', V - Sherwood Anderson Declares Man Must Regain His Feeling For Man - Here in tlte U. S. Slh of 21 article on "Our Country," written exclusively for NEA Service and Daily Herald hv the nation's most famous authors. in s;jn. i:vooi) amjicisox Author of "Dark I.auchtcr," "A Midwest Childhood," "I'lrrJed America," ete. It .seems to me that, in surrendering to the totalitarian idea, man is simply throwing away what men have fought and died for all during man's history. It must be that present day man is very tired. So we are to glorify the state, th;it vague thing up there. We are to bow down to it. individuality is to be thrown f 1 overboard. The state, the people, the masses, the prolitariat. How we run about babbling ttiese meaningless words. There is no such thing. Such words have no real mean in jr. There is to be this nan the leader- he ordy to j develop his individuality. We are to make ourselves ; shadows of him. It comes to that. Wiat else? ! Well, it will be more efficient. There will be no i discussions, no questions. The leader speaks and we must blindly obey. i Everything man has gained to be thrown away, j French revolution, American revolution, the oppor- L trinity for the exceptional man to arise, freedom of speech, everything thrown aside. For efficiency. Guns made faster, killing made easier all of man's feeling for man, that can grow on!' with the growth of individuality all of this sacrificed to efficiency. Are we that tired? It is all tiredness. What else? It is a. dream of tired men. It is a throwing away of all responsibility of man for man. That is the totalitarian state. Are we so tired of body and spirit that we must make the state our mother, creep like babes to suck at the dry dugs of the state? It is a sickening thought the final surrender to hopelessness. It must be stopped. Man must regain his feeling for man. And why not here, in America? It is still a new, fresh land. All of our traditions cry out against surrender of freedom of movement, of speech, of the light cf the individual to fine! his way to his own God, to love and understanding: of nis fellow man. It seems to me that there is again a chance for America to become be-come as it was in earty days the land of an old tired world's hope of renewal. Because human reason has not yet prevailed, our arms must, rites Philip- Wjlie la the next article of this series on "Our Country." TH' AN KILL 'IM "... . . ' DON THIRTY YEAS TOO grams, pictures, and cOppinjs of music i-vents In 1'rovo; k'story ot nsit lrti;tl ftod Jis al nst met ion and building; the progres- of the major ttn blents. Mr. Jones' father was active in the Frank'in school Parent-teachers or:ahization. and Mr. and Mrs. Jones h.ive been loyal workers in the same district for a number ot years, as well as being active members of the Second ward. We ncticcd the records of the activities activi-ties of Albert Jonrs, and the Franklin homecoming. Also the history of the Second ward missionaries mis-sionaries since 1P20. A book for each of the following follow-ing swrts: lYovo's Invitational track meets, football, records of the heav.yweip.ht champion prize fights for years, and auto racing. rac-ing. Mr. .Jones can tell you nbout the weather conditions in the p;u.t. In another file are newspaper ( bp-pings bp-pings about Frovo people. Next we find news items ntxmt famous people, pictures and dipping of the famous quintujlct.s, as well ms those of the Key quadruph ts of Oklahoma, anil many unusual people. peo-ple. Records of Scouting. A rut tucked nwny for his grandchildren grandchil-dren to enjoy are sonic of his sih'iol dav era wines. (Thnronn:! and pictures of I'rovo's iinnu Kaster sunrise services since Its inception, in lif.'i'k There Is an unusual rolle-tion of hunting and fKking liceiiM! Jn the la-st lH.k. " I bert Is one ot each of the licenses Issixl since L'tiih Issued them." He explained. and added, "That's another hobby. I do love to fih and hunt." A visit to the Jone.s flower garden convinces one that growing lovely flowers Is another hobby to which Mr. Jones devotes much time and work. There is l'J reds of climbing rose.s, 350 peony plants, large tulip and lily beds. Just now the yard is aglow with French marigolds, hiiRe bright can nas, dahlias, gladiolus and veri 1 ..f t wood Anderson By Villiamo T HAT'S NO CATFISH, THAT'S A SHARK.' HE JUMPED RGHT FOR MY THROAT-- IF MET KtEP5 ON GROWING, VOU'RS GOlNJG TO BGGlM MINING HOTZSS COYOTES' AREN'T GETTIM&. OUR CHlCKCNS "hing: CT..vjiUmM, 4 hued i-f-tunias in long beds, and small patrhos here nnd there, lending lend-ing clyer and color to rainy days, as do the porch Mower boxes and hanging baskets filled to overflowing over-flowing with foliage and blossoms little wonder that Mr. Jones' hobby enthusiasm is shared by hLs family. Davis County's Oldest Man Dies FAIIMINGTON". Utah. Sept. H d'.lri Da vis county's oldest resident, resi-dent, John W. Steed, D3, died at his Farmington home last night after several months Illness. lie was a native of Iowa, but crossed the plains to Utah when he was eight years old. His funeral will be Sunday. Hurricanes spin counter-cloi k-wise k-wise in the northern hemisphere, and clockwise in the southern, cause of .he earth's rotation. be- O SERIAL STORY LOVE ON Vi:TEHnA Vi Mark And Carrie Car-rie ntiil yim, Taylor unhnrmcd in n rpllnr. Itnln romfft 1 ti lime to nave the humet'iicl. The net der, rtdlnir bnrk to totvu. lnrk ntffta OnkH. 1 Itliout wnrnlnir, Onka hoot. Mark return tiie fire, kill Onki' hnre lofore he Inllx. nulla, lie I let intr him denl. taken hi horae. .h he leave be ee Murk mlrrlnsc. CHAPTER XII jHEY sent for Carrie right after they brought Mark back to town; that is, Ma rarmlcy sent Newt Gale for her, and Newt drove Carrie in from Bock Creek himself. Pfile, and obviously nervous, she stepped down from the buggy and swished through the path that opened for her. At the door of Kioux Spring.'; House. Ma was waiting to preet hpr. With a low litfle cry, Carrie rushed to Ma's generous arms and a second later was sobbing on her shoulder. "Tsjr, he hurt badly?" Carrie managed to choke out ot last. It was good to cry on someone's shoulder after the events of the past week, Ma had taken Carrie to the "privacy" of the hotel sitting sit-ting room, and there h id let her have licr cry out before seeing Mark. "Well, he can't take in no dance Ibis Saturday night," Ma said ot last, "but he can stand visitors." She laughed, released Carrie. "Matter of fact, I think he could sec one now the right one" She -winked broadly in her warm, hearty manner, led Carrie, still sniffling, from the room anil down the hall. At the first open door, Ma paused, whispered, "Now, you're the doctor," ond pushed Carrie gently but firmly inside. "Mark," Carrie cried, and rushed to the bedside. JSJEWT GALE calmed the curi-oiis curi-oiis crowd, told everyone the whole story. When Ed Taylor drove into town an hour sfter Carrie, Newt was fdi'l holding forth nt the livery stsble. Minus Newt's cuss words, and unrepeatable unrepeat-able designations of Ashton Oaks, and condensed to mere essentials, the story went some'kmg like this: The morning after Mark Deuel bad passed Sioux Springs House and sow Arhton Onks helping a girl in white from a buggy, he received a message. It was mailed from the nearest telegraph point end brought in by singe, so its contents were two clays ol But it brought the news Mark had wnntc-d. "Emory Ashton msn you describe," de-scribe," read the wire, and Gov UTAH t'unf ritiidion fo this column shcmM he pent to Mrs. Anna V. Iled l, 107U Bast Center js'reet. r.ncltfe st an'i'S for return cf manuscript. t'Ol'MV FAIR tic Tventy-five Years Aito Today 1'rotn the l-Thrt of tub rnovo iiiikabd Kept. 15, 11)15 Mischievous boys who placed strychnine in an apple might have caused the death of Deputy Sheriff Sher-iff Henry Clark, a front page item said. The Ixiys broke into a canning factory, and after strewing strew-ing old cans about, found a bottle of poison, and put a quantity of it in an apple. While the deputy was investigating, he found the apple and was about to take a bite when he observed the hole and discovered the poison. An automobile driven by J. T. Hale collided with a horse and buEgy driven by two boys. Broken windshield glass seriously cut Mr. Hale about the face and hands. The horse was badly injured, and the boys in the buggy were slightly slight-ly hurt. One of the two, the 13-year-old son of James Bailey, was temporarily knocked unconscious. Fred S. Davis of Grand. View, while grading a road near his home, uncovered a skeleton of a human. Professor Fred Buss said the fdu-leton was that of tin In dian squaw, no doubt, as bowl used by the Indian for grinding grain was with the bones. I stone squaws found School be-an in the Provo city district, with 20.", students regis THE LIME ernment Agent Mark Deuel knew at last he was on the trail of a land swindler sought in seven states. Mark had been ordered to find Ashton. alias Oaks, six months earlier, had picked up the trail, lost it. Now, finally, he had found his man again and Washington Wash-ington had confirmed his identification. identi-fication. Then Carrie came to Sioux Springs. Before he was ready to close in, Carrie had brought Mark Deuel and Ashton Oaks together in the hotel when Oaks openly had tried to sell lots to Carrie, and Mark, his chivalry overriding good judgment, had E-tepped in to stop him. Thai wa a lucky break for Mark, because Oaks was deceived. With his sudden, open interference interfer-ence in the hotel, Mark bad thrown Oaks cfT guard. If ever Oaks gues?ed Mark's identity, it was probably that of a mouthy young homesteader who didn't know his place. That was borne out later when Oaks, at the brr and at the dance, still resentful, attacked Mark. And Mark, biding bid-ing his lime, had seen that Ashton Ash-ton Oaks had gone on being resentful re-sentful and unsuspicious. It was Newt Gale who had pointed matters up. (Newt. le-a le-a ted this part proudly, telling how Demi had taken him into confidence.) Locking up his livery stable at midnight, Newt had seen Ashton Oaks leaving the land office by the rear door and he had told Mark. With thousand.1? of dollars in fees passing through the land off.ee every day, Mark realized Ashton Oak. was also planning open robbery. It was robbery, he knew, the moment Oaks horse pounded down on him on the prairie outside out-side Sioux Springs. Mark stiffened, stiff-ened, slowed his horse ever so fUghtly to stop Oaks, but it was too late. Oaks, probably now sus-pocting sus-pocting Mark, shot, and Mark tumbled to the hot earth. Oaks was dead. He had abandoned aban-doned attempts to open, the safe, decided on a daring daylight holdup of the land office. Leaving his horse at the rear of the building, build-ing, he had walked into the office st noontime with drawn guns, lined the few homesteaders in the office up against the wall with the agent, while he rifled the safe. Then he had galloped off with $12,000, striking due north toward Bock Creek to throw pursuers oil his track. Instead, he had met Mark Deuel. Five minutes after the holdup a posse was organized, spread out, picked up Oaks easily. He was overtaken, a quarter mile beyond VERSE There's a Fair in town toi iy P suppose I'll Go To ;fc pumpkins, corn, apples and things The farmers have to show Oh, I'll see huge crusty loaves of bread Rag ruga and quilts and flowers I'll look at cows and hens and ducks And sheep and goats for hours. There'll be big pigs and little pigs But I think I'll pass them ty 'Cause I'd feel very foolish To look at a pig and cry But I can't help remembering Another County Fair When your pig won a ribbon And you pinned itn my hair By Dorothy Oaklev Rea 330 West 5th South Frovo, Utah tering on the first day, as follows: fol-lows: Maeser, 499; Franklin, 40'j; Timpanogos, Slf; Parker, -112; Central hich, 163; Central eighth tirade, 207. Elder Clarence Woods, on a mission in Great Britain, was appointed ap-pointed to 'reside over the Liverpool Liver-pool conference. John Cochran threshed bis wheat averaging about 43 bushels per acre. Cranium Crackers PKIZK iN'OVKBS Lasted here are the titles ot live novels which won the Pulitzer prize in their respective publication publica-tion years. Can you suiply the author of each ? 1. The Age of Innocence- 2. The Yearling. 3. The Bridge of San Luis Key. 4. Ho Big. 5. Lamb in His Bosom. Answers on Page Klght ICKKS KEVI ALS GRAZING r.ATiMNGS WASHINGTON, Sept. 13 d'.ri -Secretary of Interior Harold B. likes said today the 53 grazing districts established under the Taylor grazing act of 1034 earned approximately 800,000 during the fiscal year. Almost 12.000,000 head of cattle, cat-tle, horses, sheep anel goats used the federal rrnge during the year in Arizona, California, Colorado, Idaho, Montana. Nevada, New Mexico, Oregon, Wyoming and Utah. There is sufficient coal at wot fc- nble depths in Kngland to last that country TOO years. BY PAUL FR.GGENS COPYKi-HT. NEA SERVICE, INC. Mark, and killed when he fired on the posse. rriIEY were still talking when Ma Parmley tiptoed up to the door, looked in on Mark and Carrie Car-rie half an hour later. Carrie, beside the bed, was holdin;; Mark's hand. Mark was stroking her hair. "Remember this morning at Taylor's?" Mark was smiling, jsni looking tip at Carrie like a schoolboy school-boy in mischief, "when I paid I might have some news ti surprise you? ' "Yes, yes,' breathless. said Carrie, a bit ''We'.'," Mark went on, "here it is." II? pulled Carrie closer wi'.h his one rood arm, till her l': ? neared his and her hair was m't in his eyes. "Carrie," he whispered. whis-pered. "Carrie, I want you always." al-ways." He 1 I d hr-, kissed hr agai'i and Ma I'armley, never 'intending for a moment to eavesdrop, flicke-,i her eye and tiptoed back down the hall. Carrie buried her head in bin arm for a long moment. Mark pulled her closer. - "Mark," Carrie r-nid at last, and there was a bit of a sob in her voice, "I want you, too always, wherever we are." "That won't be very far apart," Mat k cut in, boyish again. "Won't be far? What do you mean?" Suddenly Carrie was all curiei'ity. "I mean," grinned Mark, "that I got that homestead I was looking look-ing for that day when I was out to Taylor's." "You with a homestead?" Carrie Car-rie was incredulous. "But where?" "Miss Lane," said Mark Deuel, "next time you look over that homestead of yours you'll find your land runs smack into mine, ju-t wet of block Creek." "Joins joins mine. But when did you get it?" "I got it," Mark said, "about one minute after you signed ur for yours, that day in the land ofilee. I guess I was in love with you right then, Carrie, and didn't know it." "Ooh," said Carrie, think I built my soddv "and to with vnu . ." She knowing all the time slopped, breathless. "Well, we'll just build another." Mark grinned. "Eve got fo build one lo prove up on my land and 50 do you. We we could build one right on the line for for two of us," he stammered. "And that," said Carrie, "would bo love on the line, wouldn't it. sweetheart?" (TK" FND) |