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Hie Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper ; THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) Published by The Bismarck Tribune Company, Bismarck, N. D., and en tered at the po6toffice at Bismarck as Becond class mall matter. GEOROE D. MANN k President and Publisher. , f Sabecrlption Rates Payable In Advance Dally by carrier, per year $7.20 Dally by mall per year (In Bis- marck) 7.20 Dally by mail per year (In state outside Bismarck) 5.00 Dally by mall outside of North Dakota 6.00 Weekly by mall In state, per yearflXO Weekly by mall In state, three years 2.50 Weekly by mall outside of North Dakota, per year 1.50 Weekly by mall In Canada, per year 2.00 Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press The Associated Press Is exclusively Entitled to the use for republlcation of toll news dispatches credited to It or not otherwise credited in this news paper and also the local news ot spontaneous origin published herein. 'All rights of republication of all other platter herein are also reserved. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) Foreign Representatives > SMALL, SPENCER, LEVINGS is BREWER ! (Incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON Not Done by Shorts | The technical reactions noted In the stock and grain markets Tues day were not of such proportions as to be alarming. They had been ex pected by anyone watching the 6teady gise of commodity prices and stock .values and were caused largely by the fact that persons in both mar kets were in position to sell at a profit. But noticeable in the situation is the fact that there was little, if any, Short selling. Those who believe the nation is slipping no longer appear to be in the ascendancy. The bulls Jrnve gained the ascendary and the Reactions in the leading markets ap parently have failed to break their Jiold. It is a good sign for the future phen Americans refuse to sell Amer ica short. No Apology in Sight Indications are that William How ard Gardiner, president of the Navy League of the United States, has no intention of apologising to President Hoover for labeling him “abysmally ignorant" of navy affairs. The Associated Press reports that the league is assembling data for a renewal of the dispute and the league itself has circulated copies of the Armistice Day speech made by Presi dent Coolidge in 1928. Those excerpts from the Coolidge address which might be interpreted jas favoring the Navy League atti tude are printed in black type, and it must be admitted that there arc piany of them. The main interest of the document lies in the fact that it serves to em phasize the difference in the attitude pf the administration now and its attitude under Coolidgc three years ago. Doubtless this is what the Navy league intended it to do. Coolidge’s review of arms limita • lion efforts, given at that time, ap pears to bear directly on the Navy League's assertion that the United States was out-pointed in the Lon don naval conference last winter. For instance, Coolidge said: “Last summer, France and England made a tentative offer which would limit the kind of cruisers and submarines adapted to the use of the United States but left without limit the kind adapted to their use. The United States, of course, refused to accept .this offer.” There can be no doubt but tliat the Navy League intends to fight for a Coolidgian rather than a Hooverian policy, and that President Hoover has about as much chance of getting an apology from its president as a hairless dog would have in an Es rkimo hut. Dad’s Job Is Tough American fathers are beginning to take their responsibilities seriously, according to a bulletin recently is sued by the American Child Health association. That is, they are actually study ing the job of being a father just as they would study any other job, and are trying to find out things about it by visiting their sons* schools, read ing books and organizing study groups. Evidently Dad wants to make sure that he gives little Willie the best kind of break poaslble, and he is doing everything he can to bring that to pass. All of this is more than passingly interesting; for to be the father of a small boy is to occupy one of the mo6t ticklish positions that any hu man being can step into. The small boy, you see, dwells in a world apart, and in his world the greatest of men is Dad. To be sure, the rest of the world may look on Dad as a weak and ineffectual sort of citizen, a bluffer or a faker or c plain dumbbell; but to the small boy Dad is a being without a flaw—a completely wise and admirable per son who can fix broken toys, settle difficult arguments, answer all kiodf of questions and, on the whole, be and do everything that a growing youngster could ever wish to be and do himself. Dad himself, of course, knows bel ter. Among the illusions that die quickly is the average human male s belief in his own greatness. So Dad, presently, finds himself with an im possible ideal to live up to. He dis covers that little Willie is copying his mannerisms of speech and action, his way of talking and sitting, hi 3 attitudes and his foibles. And such adoration, while gratifying, is a trifle dismaying. For it brings Dad—lf he ever thinks at all—face to face with tin contrast between what he is and what he ought to be. That contrast, for most of us, is not a pleasant thing to look at; and Dad, until lit tle Willie gets old enough to know better, has to look at it rather fre quently. So it is hardly surprising if fathers in various parts of the country are doing what they can to make them selves more efficient in the job of fatherhood. The father-and-son re lationship can be a marvelous influ ence in a boy’s life—and it can also do Dad himself a lot of good. Effects of New Discoveries The way in which science can up set long-established industries by means of new inventions is strikingly illustrated in two little news dis patches which appeared in the pa pers recently. One told how the Du Ponts have invented a means of mak ing synthetic rubber; the other re vealed that German engineers be lieve they have found a way of mak ing synthetic gasoline cheaply. Whether either of these processes can successfully compete with the natural product is not yet clear. But a moment’s thought shows how far reaching the effects of such inven tions could easily be. Suppose, just for the sake of argument, that cheap artificial rubber and gasoline should suddenly become available; would there not be a perplexing time ahead for the vast rubber plantations of Brazil and Malaya—and for the own ers of the world's leading oil fields? Advertising for Physicians When Dr. Allen B. Kanavel, presi dent of the American College of Sur geons, pleaded the other day for legitimate medical advertising to combat “charlatans and medical hi jackers,’’ he touched on a point to which physicians the country over have been giving much thought; lately. As things stand now, the quack and the faker advertise without re straint; but the scientifically trained physician, more interested In pro moting the health of his fellows than in building up his own bank account, cannot. The rule against advertising by physicians, of course, was designed for the protection of the public, and it was an excellent rule. But it is worth considering whether the times have not changed enough to make some modification of it advisable. Action in China Whatever else may be said about the Chinese with regard to their fighting qualities, it cannot be gain said that they are bloocfthirsty enough when they have the upper hand. There are so many yellow folks on the Asiatic continent that life is cheap there. Witness this sidelight on the re cent disturbance In Tientsin: “The police captured 400 rebels ... and beheaded a number of them on the spot.” It may not be justice but it surely is action. Editorial Comment Editorial* printed below ehow the trend of thought by other editor*. They »r* published without regard to whether they agree or disagree with The Tribune’s policies. The National Credit Cor poration (Devils Lake Journal) The purpose of the National Credit corporation, according to the Na tional City bank of New York, spon sored and subscribed to by the banks of the country, is to mobilize bank ing resources in a pool, out of which to make loans in the present emer gency, to sound banks upon sound assets. It is a mechanism for the re discount of such good paper of these banks as is not eligible for rediscount by the Federal Reserve banks, as a method of assisting temporarily il liquid banks to meet their current obligations, and thus to make sacri fice of assets unnecessary, reduce the number of bank suspensions, and as sist in the restoration of public con fidence in the banking situation. The funds of the corporation are being obtained through subscriptions to its renewable gold notes, issuance of which In an amount up to $1,000.- 000,000 is authorized. Every bank in the Upited states is asked to sub scribe to these notes to the extent of 2 per cent of its net demand and time deposits up to the legal Umit. In its operations the corporation will be decentralized, in order that applications for loans may be passed upon, In the first instance, by men thoroughly familiar with local con ditions and local names. Local as sociations of subscribing banks will be set up, under the supervision of a director of the corporation, of whom there are 12, one for each Federal Reserve district. Each of these as sociations will have its own loan com mittee to piss on applications, before referring them on to the corporation, and for each loan made to a bank all the other banks in the local associa tion beeome liable for certain fixed percentages in proportion to their subscriptions. A bill was introduced in the la&t Minnesota legislature which provided for a state bonus of SIOO for every child born. A New York hotel has a restaurant on the top floor with a roof that can be rolled back in hot weather. M TODAY A®IVERSAR^ START ’WAR BREAD’ On Nov. 12, 1917, President Wilson issued a proclamation putting the BEGIN HERE TODAY Rich old MRS. JUPITER to robbed and murdered taring (be ciiutmeK parly she rave for her secretary. MARY HARKNEBS. The thief fall* to set tbo famoaa Jupiter neeklaee. Suspicion poluta to Mary’s brother, EDDIE, who Is killed by n ear aa he goes to meet her. Pnllee drop the case, heller lap Eddie aullty. BOWEN, police reporter for the Star, coadueta a prlrata Investigation. Ho dis covers a raeetraek crook called THE FLY to whom Eddie owed money, Eddie’s coat, found la the house. Is recognised by the bailer as one worn by n “gate-crasher" he ejected the alght of the marder. Mary’s fiance, DIRK RUYTHSR, believes Eddie gallty nnd fnrblds her to see Bowen, fearing farther notoriety. They Quarrel bat make np nnd plan to marry at oaee. Mary meets Bowen In a speakeasy '"’here The Fly Is said to be hid ing. Dirk comes to take her home. He Is oa bis way (o lock up tha Jupiter neeklaee la his office safe. Dirk proves The Fly Is Sot there. Mnry clasps the neeklaee about her throat Just aa three strangers eater. T*ey leave, followed by Bowen, who fears an attempt on the neck lace. Dirk doea aot. The two men quarrel. Just no Dirk lock* up the necklace there lo a crash In the street outside. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXI «YjmiAT is it? What is It?” Mary ** whispered, trying vainly to see into the street from the other side of the window. Her view was cut off by a. cornice. Dirk was leaning far out to get a clear view of what happened. He waved one hand as a signal to keep quiet. To the waiting girl the suspense was agonizing. Angry voices floated up and various bumps and thuds, as of a weary car settling to rest. He pulled his head in and shut the window quietly before speak ing. "Just that blamed Idiot, Bowen, and bis rattletrap,” he said dis gustedly. “Somebody’s smacked into him. Looks as if he’d tried to turn around, and they rammed into him amidships.” He shook his head wonderingly. "Of all the prize boobs—! Come on, let’s go down and look at the wreckage.” He looked about the room, tried the lock on the safe-door to make sure it was fastened, turned off the light, locked the door, and they trotted downstairs. Mary was worried. “Do you sup pose he’s hurt?” "Couldn’t see,” Dirk said. "Hope they didn’t hurt our car. Guess not. It’s further up the street.” As they came out Into the street there was the sound of footsteps running, drawn by the magnet of an accident. A policeman was vis ible, pounding along at the lower end of the block, his night-stick slapping against his leg as ]>s ran. Bowen was no where to be seen, hut the street was completely blocked at the upper end by his car, up-ended and lying on its side. Jammed into it on the other side, like a locomotive jvhose cow-catch er has scooped up a mass of debris, was a black limousine with plati num trimmings. As Mary and Dirk started for ward, the limousine’s engine roared In reverse, freed Itself from the quivering mess of metal which was Bowen’s machine, and shot back ward out of Nassau street, stopped, shot ahead toward Broadway and .was gone. Mary stopped stock still under the shock of the realization that came to her. "Dirk! Dirk!” she screamed sud denly. "That wag the car that killed Eddie!” Dirk stopped miming a second, long enough to stare at her dumb founded, then raced on. A weaving, unsteady figure was crawiing into view from under the tangle of leatherette and canvas that was the top ©f hfs car. He had just gained hi? feet and was looking in the direction taken by the departed] THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11,1931 Heroes Are Made—Not Born! baking industry under license and starting the making of “war bread.” Steps were taken by the Food Ad ministration to organize machinery for the enforcement of all regula tions. All bakeries consuming 10 barrels of flour or more a month were brought under these regulations and were requested to apply for informa tion so that they might adjust then plants to the use of standard weights ©ms limousine when Dirk reached him. Mary saw him wringing one hand and cursing whole-heartedly. Be tween curses he stuck the Injured finger In his mouth and sucked It. Apparently It was the only Injury he had suffered. “What the—holy—Jumping—” He broke off as be saw Mary’s white anxious face at his elbow. “Hello, Ruyther. I’m all right. Let’s get out of here—leave this wreck where it is. She’ll never travel again.” OUT there were explanations to be ***' given the big. breathless police man first. “What were you tryin* to do, turn around in the middle of the block?” he accused, after inspecting the po sition of the wrecked car. Bowen took his abuse without a word of self-defense. Mary burned with in dignation but Bowen only listened with what she could have sworn was a self-satisfied smile on his face. "Yep, you’re right, officer. All my fault,” be kept repeating. “Anybody see the number o’ that car?” the policeman asked loudly. The curious crowd began to babble all together, but nobody could give a connected story. “It was 3N and something—” “Naw, it was 3Y”— The policeman closed his book in disgust. "On yer way, all of ye!” He swung his stick menacingly. When they had scattered, he came up to Dirk. "Did you see it?” he asked. “No. We just came up. That’s my car down there,” Dirk answered negligently. "Tell him," Mary wiiispered. "Tell him about the car —you know—” Her eyes were black with fear and her teeth chattering. Before another word could be said Bowen jostled between them, giving Mary an unmistakable jab iu the ribs with his elbow. The jab winded her, and the surprise took the words out of her open mouth. He took the officer aside and they held brief confab. Bowen’s police card helped to smooth matters over. Dirk’s quick "Ssh!" kept Mary from making any further at tempt to speak of the other car. Puzzled but quiescent, she let him lead her back to the coupe. His animosity toward Bowen seemed to have melted abruptly. Presently Bowen and the policeman parted, and Bowen came straight to their car. "Where do you want to go?” Climb in,” Dirk invited. “No, I can get a cab,” Bowen's voice sounded shy. "Get in!” Dirk commanded. Mary moved closer to Dirk and Bowen obediently climbed In on the other side. "Let’s get away from here,” ho said. Uptown they sped for some time without a word spoken. Dirk was first to break the silence. "So you’re the kind of a driver who turns around in the middle of the block, in a street that’s too nar row to turn around in,” he said. Mary bit her lip, vexed that he could continue quarreling after what had happened. But Bowen laughed. "Yep, that’s roe,” he said. "I owe you something for that,” Dirk said. "What’ll it be, a uew car?” "Forget It.” Bowen scoffed. He seemed vastly pleased with him self. "But you could have got yourself killed, you fool!” Dirk protested. "Yes, I lost a good fingernail sav ing your worthless hide,” Bowen agreed amiably, squinting at the injured digit by tta* aid of a street of Pter • • • and formula for “war bread.” The “war bread” was made of un mixed wheat flour, skimmed milk, and less sugar and lard. President Wilson's proclamation also covered the baking of cake, crackers, biscuits, pastries. Bakers were informed that viola tion of the provisions of their li censes would be punishable by a fine of $5,000 or two years in prison. , Mary was almost bursting with bewilderment, and growing more curious every minute. What Is it all about?” she wailed. “You’ve shushed me long enough. Tell me or I’ll scream!” “You’re a bright girl, you ought to know,” Dirk said. “Bowen stopped that other car from com ing down Nassau street, all right, didn’t be? Do you know any other way he could have done It? Your little friends from the speakeasy were trailing us apparently. Well, they didn’t get near enough to sec which door we were parked before. I guess that ends it, for tonight anyway. I might have given that cop a tip-off to keep an eye on the place, though. Wish I had.” “Then It was the Fly!” Mary cried. "The Fly? Don’t be Billy.” There was something about the pleasant voice in which Dirk spoke, whether he was saying something agreeable or disagreeable, that was madden ing. A trick learned in the court room, no doubt. Whatever it was, it made one want to strike him, dent that implacable politeness somehow. • • • TITARY drew away and looked at A him through narrowed eyes, feeling the rising of a temper she had never known she had. "Why not?” “Is he the only thug who knows a valuable necklaco when he eees it? Any crook in Christendom would have taken out after any body with no more sense than to display a thing like that In a speak easy! Might have been that Lon Chaney waiter, for all we know.” "But Dirk,” Mary said, with ominous calm, "that car was the same car that killed Eddie. I told you that." Dirk smiled wryly down at her. “Now don’t start that all over again," he said lightly. “You could not recognize a particular car of standard make, like that. In that light, at that distance. I wouldn’t put you on the stand myself with such a statement. Opposing coun sel would make monkeys out of us. You saw it under similar circum stances, hitting someone, and you were already wrought up and ready to believe it was the same. Consequently you think so. That’s all.” "Ob, don’t be so—so legal,” Mary hurled at him furiously, for lack of a more opprobrious epithet. "I don't care what you say, it was the same car. I’d swear to it!” She appealed to Bowen. "Tell him!” she demanded. "Tell him it was the same car!” But Bowen merely answered "Whats the use?” Unexpectedly even to herself, Mary began to cry. Helpless tears rained down her cheeks, and she covered her face with her hands and wept. Bowen looked straight ahead and said nothing. Dirk patted her knee awkwardly. "Don’t, sweetheart!” he begged. “You’ve got to see this thing straight sometime. It might as well be now.” Dirk went on, gently. “The trouble Is, Mary, you're taking the whole thing too hard. You— oughtn’t to blame Eddie so much. A Ybung kid like that—you can’t know what he was up against. No woman could. He—" "I understand that he didn’t do it. Do you?” Mary asked, with ter rible calm. She was looking at him as at a stranger. ‘•,"erliaps not,” Dirk replied after a moment's hesitaiion. He flushed brickred as he tried to m?et her eyes, Unconsciously be had fallen Gilbert Swan New York, Nov. 11. —The ware houses, cellars and garrets of Tin Pan Alley are being turned upside down these days by explorers seeking nov elties for the radio. Radio is becoming a veritable ogre that must be continuously fed with musical offerings, and yet stays hun gry for more. The dozen-and-one researchers who dig through cata logues and tomes for roundelays and folk songs and revivals of popular airs of old now hunt avidly through mildewed files and musty piles of sheet music which have lain these many years forgotten and neglected. Estabished old firms find buyers waiting at their gates and with the now-precious numbers as part of the potential treasure trove. No one knows at what moment a tune will jump out of the past to bowl the public over once more, thanks to the persistent dinning of the broadcast stations. Take “Shine On, Harvest Moon,” for example. It’s a best seller today, after lying about for all these years since the late Nora Bayes cast it aside. * * * And just the other day the historic Waterson catalogue was grabbed up by the Mills Brothers (Jack, and Irv ing). Tin Pan Alley also had its Henry Waterson (not the old Marse Henry of the southern newspapers). One of the most picturesque figures the music business ever had, Water son also acquired one of the greatest fortunes in the •‘alley’s" history. An old-timer, he had a list of thousands of old tunes. In recent years his con cern became Waterson, Berlin and Snyder, taking in Irving Berlin as a hit-writing chieftain, and another partner. , When the Mills Brothers took over their new property they found three vast rooms in a warehouse packed to the roof with ancient plates, copy right files, manuscripts and sheet music. Excavators go digging in the debris. While personally observing this strange accumulation of dead-hits, near-hits and tunes that were never heard, searchers came upon such old L HAZEL 1 ROSS «gb HAILEY ©mi arm Service Inc. into tlie habit of thinking of Eddie as a weak, tormented boy driven to stealing, and a murderer by acci dent. He accepted the murder as a fact, but saw extenuating circum- stances. “You think him guilty and you ? don’t blame him,” Mary said. “Well, ' I think him innocent of everything except the gambling charge, but I, blame him just the same. He put himself in a position where any thing—even this—could be said of him, and now he can never explain himself—lie’s dead. What if no one ever knows —tbo papers, I mean?? The police? Do you suppose it means nothing to me that YOU think it—that your father and mother think it? Do you suppose it won’t make a difference between us, always? It would be like liv- j ing with a ghost. Some day I’d i hate you—’’ J§ •• • 1 CUE huddled between them, dab- | bing her eyes with a small ball » of handkerchief. If she had looked at Dirk, the hurt look that came into his eyes at her last words might have changed her, made her weaken again. But she did not > look up. I Another traffic stop, and the three 1 people sat uncomfortably silent. J While they were waiting, Dirk 1 reached into the pocket of his top- * coat, lying on the shelf back of them, and brought out the gun Bowen had given him. He balanced it on his hand in the glow of the dashlight. * “Nice little gun,’’ he said Judl- \ dally. “Got a permit to carry it?" \ Mary, pressed against the two i men by the narrowness of the car ’ seat, distinctly felt Bowen start. >, She looked up and caught a look of i embarrassment on his face. » “No—o,” he admitted. “It’s not 1 mine, exactly. I—” w Dirk squinted at it critically. J “.38 calibre Colt, Isn’t it? An old- | timer, but it’s in good condition. I Where’d you pick it up?” He darted f a look at Bowen, who changed color, * opened his mouth to speak, gulped, A and was silent. % Dirk nodded. “I thought so," ha said. Bowen burst out: i “What was the use letting the y kid take the rap for Sullivan law violation? If he’d lived I was go ing to give it back to him. It slipped out of his pocket when he fell, and I palmed it. It wasn’t his, though.” Dirk put it in his pocket thought fully. “You can hare it back to morrow. I want to look it over.” Bowen said “There aren’t any fingerprints on it. I got all the good ones.” “Harkness*. of course.” “Sure. He was carrying it. But ' there were others.” “Whose?” \ “I’ll tell you when we get back to Shay’s/ Dirk said, “Were not going back to Shay’s, now or any other time. You can, if you like, but Mary’s going home and going to bed. You might have picked another night for all this romping around, yon two. Have you forgotten what day tomorrow is?” he asked, looking at Mary, half-chiding, half-serious. To Bowen he added: “Mind it I put you down somewhere?” / “Right here,” Bowen said. The car swerved to the curb, and he got out. Mary moved over into the space he had vacated, then, obeying a powerful impulse, climbed out after him. She stood beside him, a small mutinous figure with hard accusing eyes. To Dirk’s amazed entreaty, she shook her head. “I’m getting out here, too,’’ c!:3 said. ~<To Be Continued) Preventive Medicine Is Now Used in Every Phase of Life Modern Science Applies It to Everything From Diet to Sunlight, Rest and Correct Fit of Shoes By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association Preventive medicine includes all measures used by public health offi cers, by physicians, and by the pub lic for the prevention of disease. For instance, the feeding of cod liver oil and calcium and the expo sure to sunlight of infants in order to prevent rickets is preventive med icine. The use of exercise to bring about correct posture so that the spi nal growth shall be straight is pre ventive medicine. The use of proper shoes so as to avoid the development of flat feet, bunions, corns and ham mer-toes is preventive medicine. The recommendation for rest to overcome fatigue, a diet including all of the necessary vitamins, proteins, carbo hydrates and mineral salts, and the drinking of sufficient amounts of wa ter each day is a part of preventive medicine. There is hardly a phase of human life in which the knowledge of pre ventive medicine may not be applied. * * * The health department sees to it that the public has a good water sup ply. They prevent the sale of in fected food; arrange for proper dis posal of sewage; pour oil on the wa favorites as “My Mother’s Rosary,'* “Old Pal. Why Don’t You Answer Me?”, “The Bells Are Ringing for Me and My Gal,” and “Oh What a Pal Was Mary.” There were, perhaps, a hundred more. The radio nabobs are wonder ing from day to day what songs out of the past will come to life again I * * * Speaking of Tin Pan Alley, or what’s left of it, I heard an odd tale of two song writers the other day. One, Jack Yellen, has written lyrics for many a year. Sophie Tucker has used him, to a large extent, as her personal lyric writer. Lately the mu sic for his songs was composed by another young man named Ager. Outside of writing hours, the two got on each other’s nerves. They quar reled and scarcely spoke to one an other. But they managed to get to gether on the matter of lyrics and music. One of the more recent numbers they manufactured was titled; “Happy Days Are Here!” (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) - - Quotations I ♦ The surest and quickest way to get decisions is by assembling congress. —Senator Joseph Robinson. * * * Chicago wants literature that is syrupy—easy to take.—C. B. Roden, librarian. * * # Improvement in currency will come through improvement in the gold standard by cooperative effort.—Prof. E. W. Kammerer. * * * I can’t see all this nutty business about prohibition. The situation now is ideal. People who don’t want to sell liquor, don’t have to, and the wets get, all they want to drink.—Gov. Wm. (Alfalfa Bill) Murray. * * * The farmer of Jefferson’s day was independent and could hold opinions. Steadily we are tending toward be coming a nation of employes.—James Truslow Adams. BARBS \ A few years ago the whole world was yelling “H. C. of L.” Today half is howling “S. O. 8.” add the other half “C. O. D.” * * * Or, as Russia might be hollering, “Shoot the works!” * * * A 1 Capone’s bodyguard asked for mercy on the charge that he carried a loaded pistol into court during Al's trial. Maybe he just carried it as a plaything—a rattle. * * * A missing teller was arrested through a woman. Must have forgot ten not to teller. * * * In the recent British election, Eng land’s only prohibitionist member of Parliament lost his seat. Beastly an noying, Just when he was sitting pretty. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) South China’s first long distance telephone line has been installed, connecting Hong Kong and Canton. THIS CURIOUS WORLD Daily Health Service ter in which mosquitoes breed; check the pasteurization of milk; advise mothers in the care of the child, and in many other ways encourage the practice of preventive medicine. Most of our present technic of pre ventive medicine has grown up in re lationship to the knowledge that dis eases are caused by germs. Hence preventive medicine assumes control of all epidemics in order to prevent those who are not infected from catching the diseases from those who are. It sees to it that the person with a severe infectious disease is isolated. It provides contagious disease hospi tals for the care of people with con tagious diseases. It keeps the per son under restraint during the period known as the incubation period of the disease, a time when the person is especially infectious to others with out himself showing the disease. It keeps him under restraint during the actual presence of the disease and finally it does not dismiss the person until the body is free from the germs that spread disease. This is particularly important, be cause of the presence of carriers of disease who are themselves well but who carry the germs of the disease in their throats or In their intes tinal tract and spread them to other people. Challenges Overnight Dismissal of Jurors The state supreme court has un der consideration the question of the validity of a verdict returned by jur ors who were permitted to spend a night at home after receiving final instructions from the presiding judge. The appeal was taken by Chris La moreaux, convicted of charges of re ceiving stolen property. The case was tried before the county judge in Ben son county. Counsel for Lamoreaux contends that at the close of the trial, aftei the Jury received the Judge’s instruc tions, the jurors were permitted to return to their homes. They returned the next morning and returned a verdict of guilty against the defend ant. State’s Attorney W. G. McDonald of Minnewaukan tried the case. At torney General James Morris, how ever, appeared before the supreme court in the appeal action, and ar gued that the defendant waived the right to have the Jury placed in the custody of bailiffs overnight. The de fense denies this contention, and claims that the action of the judge in dismissing the jury for the eve ning constitutes misconduct. The state of Bahia, Brazil, fur nishes practically the world's supply of black diamonds. Seven million people were made homeless and about 200,000 lost their lives in the recent Chinese flood. STKKfcftS STAND TAKE TO TAKING if properly read, the above will make a perfectly sensible sentence. Can you decipher it? Flapper Fanny Say& milliner usually tries to keep prices under her hat. YOU THROW My u. s. mt. orr.