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By Arthur Brisbane
The scientific person says "the
recent terrific heat oomes from
spots on the sun, unusually fierce."
Another says "the heat travels
north from tropical jungles, thanks
to atmospheric conditions."
Accidental conditions of the air
lanes send us heat from the Equa
tor. How soon shall we learn to
do. for ourselves, what nature does
fitfully and at. the wrong time?
Do you doubt that fully civilized
men will transfer surplus heat
from the Equator to the North
Pole? That will seem a modest
accomplishment some centuries
* J.; seems difficult to us. But sup
you had predicted two hun
ired years ago that the lightning
lashing in the sky, occasionally
.tilling men, would be harnessed
one day and made to run a wash
ing machine, a fan or a carpet«
Men win manage and direct the
earth’s heat as easily as they now ,
direct heat from the furnace.
^ r~K '
vJoningsbv Dawson, writer,
mourns because women are set
aside, “shelved," at an age when
tneir brothers and husbands begin
to be interesting. He says ^ a
woman is, or ought to be “at thi
height of her Charm after forty.
\ aric-us tlungs work agau-Sv,
worr.e-. and prevent their haying
ji-icnt voung admirers, as Ninon
PEnclos had at the age of
seventy. The children come too
close together, in many cases, and
that wears women out.
Then, husbands «ia ctaB, and af
ter a day’s work their talk is
fyighttVly tiresome. 'No 'nod
years as drudges, with a small per
centage kept as toys. They liter
ally have not had a chance.
But times and conditions are
changing. Women vote, families
are smaller, you cannot tell a
woman from her granddaughter,
when their backs are turned. And
often, when they face you, one is
about as young as the other, ajid
the grandmother has, spiritually,
the younger face.
Tom Lee, negro boatman on the
Mississippi, lived long before the
world heard of him. The steamer
Norman sank and he saved thirty
lives. The “folks” collected money
to buy him a house, much to his
surprise. His performance seemed
to mm commonplace. “I kept go
ing and coming,” said he, “until
I saved everybody I saw in the
river. Then I went to the sand
bar and built a fire.”
The world exists and life is made
possible, thanks to the wodnn
that “just keep going and coming.
A man writes in his last hour,
“Bum me up, scatter my ashes
around the Statue of Liberty in
New York Harbor. Death has set
me free.” >
How does he KNOW that death
has set him free? Nature, of
which death is a part, has a habit
of using the same material ^ ouer
and over again. The tree of this
generation supplies mould to the
tree that takes its place.
A man burned up today may go*'
traveling, his spirit to continue ■
his work and struggling in some K
other far off sphere. &
Everybody knows what a de- {
pressed working man said to his
dog: “You're lucky. When you're vj
dead, that’s the end. of it. But
when I die, they're not through \
with me yet; I have to go to hell ^
However weak this nation may T
be, in the face of a spirited Article
written by obscure Socialists, it '
is a strong nation, financially. ^
U. S. Government bonds went ,
higher then ever last week.
Those assured by this writer
during the bond selling campaigns
that bonds would go above par
will please note that Treasury
‘‘four and a quarters” sold last
week at 107.10.
It takes every man fifty years
to learn how to live. “At fifty a
man is either a fool or a physi
cian.” But if a man at fifty will
do what he knows he OUGHT to
do, he may eas'lv live ■
lrnffPr. ^
iiuw uioasui ox cauHuiuncni
5be realised, of course, if a
waxes thankful that the
1 ain't any worse. But,
when a mortal sets around an’
twiddles with his thumbs, he
ain't the sort of dtisen to pick
the ripest plums.
You’ll ruh aero it the vapper
ly every place you go, who
his''distinction of the stuff
’t know—who favors all
t left to d;
And then, ^e
so aversely h
___„.it oil — we
find, on close observance, that
he seldom ever sweats, while
indulgin’ satisfaction over du
ties he forgets.
Contentment and indifference
may travel side by side, and a
moderate dose of either one
may hold us satisfied,—but if
a feller wants to be of any
earthly use, he’ll find life's true
contentment with the > stuff he
can produce!
These Girls of Ours Will Ride
In this day of automobiles and
airplanes the girls refuse to either
walk or swim when they go to the
water for a cooling dip. Now it is
the “Bubble Boat” — a bamboo
frame on three inflated robber
balls-*and equiped with a sad. It
is a quite popular craft at the
beaches this summer. See how It
k; wdrks ? _ .
i, M ”
Mrs. Bruce Bucklin is an elec
trical wizard. Union college at
Schenectady, N. Y. conferred aj
earned degree, the first to a womai
in 129 years.. She took a post
graduate course while working ii
the General Electric Co. Engineer
in* Dep’t.
Solicitor General
Nell’s Bells
It is a flapper idea—so it is now
—these tinkling silver bells worn
on the garter. The fad has started
no end of controversy—first in the
Newark, N. J. high school.
i r
The "NervouB Wreck,” an eccen
trlq young easterner, Is driving Sally
Morgan from her father’s ranch to
the station whs* they run out of
gasoline. At the pomt of a gun the
Wredk takes five gallons from a
passing car.
They are held captive at a ranch
owned by one of the men whom
they held up; They Anally escape,
run into a camp of real bandits, then
escape again. Fleeing from the
bandit camp, they suddenly are con
fronted by Sheriff Bob Wells. Sally's
fiance, who is at the .head of a posse
searching fpr the bandits. Angry.
3ally breaks off her engagement
with the sheriff And says she is go
ing to marry the Wreck. The Wreck,
with the upper hand, compels the
sheriff apd hfs men to roll his car
onto level ground. "Now I'll get you
home fti no time." the Wreck tells
She flared without a warning
symptom. ,
“Stop talking to me, Henry Wil
liams!" . __
.. o w what have I said?" he asked.
.\T-othing!” She almost shouted
■Then what are you sore about?”
“I—I’m mot sore. I just think
vou’re the biggest idiot in the whole
-rate of Montana—that’s all."
He pifzzled over that, got no sense
/-•st of it. but became suddenly con
t rite’.
“I suppose so," he said. "I can’t
■ ver seem to do things right. Only
; thought you were in a hurry to get
home, and—What?"
She had mumbled something, but
he did not catch it
“What did you say?"
"You're always putting words in
my mouth!" she exclaimed. "I never
aid I was in a hurry to get home.
n*/v*r said I'd be glad. I never
;t id— ”
The tears were In her eyes again
i nil she made an angry effort to
.■ah them away with her hand.
"Oh. stop it!" groaned the Wreck.
. didn't hiean anything. Honestly,
.fitly I’m just a bonehead. I'm a
• ■jar-sighted, goggle-eyed mutt. I’m
ill nerves. ' I nf a wreck. I've got a
gotten temper and a mean disposi
ion. and I know itf"
‘ f"‘Db you really believe all that,
iienry Williams?"
"Certainly I believe it.”
"Would you let anybody else say
"Neither would I,” said Sally.
The Wreck stared. He swallowed
hard. His taut nerves, it seemed to
i'im, were vibrating a million times
• > the second. He felt as though
* were soaring far above the com
>n things of earth. Did she really
i ?un—No! Yes! He was scared—
| solately appalled—yet triumphant,
j ■ uv was it that everytl ing hit him
1 suddenly? For he saw light at
> t. But the light was so dazzling
i :ut it did not show him the way.
I ! blinded him It fairly made him
| rry.
; Yes. old-timer?"
Morgan! Honestly, could
'here was a surly interruption
1 the voice of the sheriff.
\ ‘We've rolled this darn thing as
t r us we’re going to There's the
j , ’ vain road in front of you. If you
i / • n't manage yourself from now on,
i ,'u cun stay „here for the rest of
j > summer, for all I care "
The Wreck came back to earth,
j i • he touched it very lightly. He
. himself, blinked, grinned,
i '•'<! aloud. His chin was up and
, "dders were back. He was
'uise he saw a Hivver, and
at ’ ,oth,er familiar ob
Jects. He also saw Sally Morgan,
very pink In the cheek* and with a
queer. Incredulous expression tn her
eyes. He strode forward like a
champion. He swaggered a little.
He was ragged, a trifle absurd—but
He made a sweeping gesture that
belonged In melodrama, but with the
Wreck It waa intense realism. It
was a dismissal. •
“On your way!” he commanded.
“Get out of here. You're all through.
Beat It!”
The middle-aged, solid-looking man,
who stood wiping his face and breath
ing heavily, spoke up from the heart.
“Last time I'll ever'go out on a
posse with you, Bob Wells/’ he said.
"I don’t mind performing the reason
able duties of citizenship, but I’ll ’fib
doggoned If I’ll ever roll a flivver
again—not If It stands between me
and the gates of Heaven. * When I
get through with this Job I’m going
Jwpk.bome and I'm golng to stay
there. If you want a justice of the
peace, you know where I am. But
if you want a garage hand—"
The Wreck interrupted him by
walking briskly forward and tapping
him on the breast with a rigid fore
"Justice of the peace, did you say?"
he asked. J
"Justice of the peace," said the
middle-aged man.
"Issue warrants, try cases, send
people to jail, and all that?"
-All that and other things, young
The Wreck beamed at him.
"Can you marry people?" he de- I
"Not only can, but do,” answered !
the justice of the peace.
The Wreck whooped.
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HE made a rush at Sally, seized
her by the hand and began
dragging her forward.
"Settle the whole business right |
now!" he cried.
Sally was startled, dismayed. Her
cheeks were fiery.
"Come or.!" shouted the Wreck.,
"Meant what you said, didn't you?" |
"I—I didn’t say anything,” stam
mered Sally.
"Yes, you did. I understood it.
Took me a long time, but I woke up.
Come along!"
They were facing the justice 6t
the peace.
“Marry us!" commanded the
The magistrate grinned at them,
particularly at -Sally. But now she j
was defiant. She nodded her head |
Bob Wells emerged from a trance. 1
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SID 1 • flight to be a go d or.e. Everyone knows that two held?
.' . • ”‘0- liiin "no. Wle don’t believe we can say anything ne
• • -- 3 jp r, and very interesting and should be completed
n ‘er thin, fi? esr minute's: that is. ?f «re a45 goo at crossword puz
ou should be after working all that we have published. A:o yen
1 Strike.
4 . Not few.
7 . Satan.
9 . Going forward.
12 A beverage.
12 Excited by eagerness.
14 Masculine title (abbr.)
15 North River (abbr.)
16 Vehicle.
18 GV,’s name.
20 Consisting of three lines.
2 2 Kind of cloth.
23 To open or introduce (abbr.)
24 Pierce
1 Thin flat piece of stone.
• 2 To g ve notice.
3 Fru't
*r “You can't fat' married without a
dowse.” he said. “And ^ don't be
Hava foa>e got •or " <• - ,
~How aboat «•". denwiogsdi the
Wrack. $
HW," add the Justice af the
panes. **f ansaa that's about rtgfat
Ravmt you cat a licenser fcr
-Where wood I fat a Heanse?"
retorted the Wreck. Tick It off a
tree? What's the good of being able
to marry people M yon cant do the
whole job? Chat yon dig op a li
t censer*
» The magtotmto scratched da ear
• sad looked at tha sheriff. Bob Wells
• shook his head.
-You cant many tfma," ha said,
i -You ought to know tt. Besides,
when she gets over her excitement
maybe shell think different.**
Sally’s ayes biased at him.
*Tm not excited and I know ex
actly what I'm doing. Bob JYells.
Don’t you try interfering, unless you
want me to make you the silliest
looking sheriff In ten counties."
The Wreck, gazed at tha sheriff
and grinned widely. He Colt like
dancing, or doing something utterly
Ta a Justice of the peace,” mused
the possessor of the title, as he
.looked sympathetically at Bally and
the Tfrreck. ‘Tve got a good deal of
legal authority. Wouldn’t wonder if
I could write .license on a pinch.
Never tried It, but|—M *
Ton'll get youraett Into'a Jam,”
warned the sheriff. ^^_
‘ | “Oh. I've •
i BoP. p>- out o*’-' j .
j the flivver. Thi n tie tt:» :*»*-<
’ to the pair in f* . • ' i’,
i : if you youi1--’ folk.-* -"ant to tc.ii - c.
chance. I'm 4j<.nte."
The Wreck squeezed •Sally’.' arm
until she winced, hut she smiled ar.
"I wash my hands of it," sad tho
"No. you don’t. Y'ou'il he «. wit
ness," said the Wreck. "And, fo.
the love of Mike, judge, get a move
on. I'm so nervous I’m liable to
crazy ”
The justice of the peace \vr.:
I fuml-Iing in his pool. . ’ presen'
Iv drew forth a folded and tattered
"This Ain't a regular Ifeer?'*," he
explained. "It ain't anything but a
j road map. But if I .can find a clean
I spec® on the back I’ll see what I car
He found a clean. space aft*
search, discovered a lead peucM and
began to write,
“I kt...w how tlie language goes,
anyhow,*’ he said, ' That part of it
will h- just a- '*-*rular os if it was
| printed. I’ve seen a whoKs W>t of
licenses. Ieeluding fey own. There
ain’t su»v*hlng v*rv complicated.
There. Now, just sign where I’m
The Wreck signed R»lty shfne-’.
And the Justice of th«* ;~*Aoe sigp-'
• "I reckon that’s a ip'ort enem.
license.” he said, with a touch •
pride. “Tt reads str»«#b» «. »rrtr-i .
It’s kind of smudge* v-l
i hardly fit for a rnoo*. ten on * v>
j main points it’s just like «i prl.*t» d
| one. Only you t***e me a r:»»v r.
! which’ll be duly turned owr t.» .
j county. Thanks. Toe cere.ro.. v* t
free. Here she goes.”
He rattled it off with a sjw-i tor
of experience, and it was • !' ov •
when Sally and the Wrcy* • eng
It was just started.
“You’re married, all rights, so
the judge. “I always do it quid .
It holds just ns tight as a long on*.
; It’s like a short affidavit; it puts yc i
j in jail just as sure as i? it was
I regular indictment. And I tell y«v.
! what: if anybody makes any ki. •
j about that license, all you’ve got
I do is to pay another dollar-and p
a printed one. There ain’t any quo
tion about being married. The on'
point is whether we brokb-ony Lav. *
doing it. But I reckon that war :
worry you."
The Wreck roused himself from •
"How do we get from here to tb *.
Bar-M?” he asked.
"Easy.” said the judge. *
me that license for a minute."
He unfolded it and turned it e>
fPt> Be- Continued)
4 Mineral..
5 The ground plan of a work, as
?n railroad engineering.
6 Traveling burglar.
8 Them (abbr.) (Archa'e form)
110 To i ffer objections.
1 11 Cr*r!’? r. -me.,
1« Or. the trp.
:V 'A.v.% and Pa.ron Saint of
y ■•wry.
19 '’at H e of Arabia.
. 1 P- raonai pronoun.
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