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JnDfoma Satin States
INDIANAPOLIS. INDIANA.
Daily Except Sunday, 25-29 South. Meridian Street.
Telephones—Main 3500, New 28<351
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Advertising offlcea \ NeH \-j r a. Boaton, Payne. Burne A Smith, Inc.
FORMER GOVERNOR GOODRICH’S persuasive povers failed with
the farmers again.
PEGGY JOYCE'S latest experience shows what an ambitious young
woman with passable looks can accomplish.
THE CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR held a revival In Wall Street, appar
ently thinking a missionary movement was needed.
THE CITY is planning to build anew fire engine house in \\ est
Indianapolis. Apparently disannexation talk pays.
JUST WHEN the price of wheat was getting down to Harding’s idea
of normal the weather bureau comes along and says the new crop has
been damaged by the heat.
Easily Understood! .
In the light of knowledge that the Indianapolis Humane Society has
failed in its publicly made pledge to exercise a proper supervision over
the animal experimentation work at the Indiana Medical College, it is not
difficult to understand why president Roberts seeks refuge under a policj
of impossible secrecy relative to the society's affairs.
But it is strange that a man who has no more conception of the
societv’s relationship to the public than to imagine that it can be secretlj
operated should continue to be its president.
The humane society is a public institution, maintained by the public
for a public purpose. Police officers are assigned to work under it and
it assumes certain public duties. Not the least of these public duties Is
the one voluntarily assumed by the society in reference to the medical
college.
No doubt the college believed, when it voluntarily agreed to inspection
and supervision of its dogs by the society, that the society would stand as
a buffer between it and unjust criticism of its work with dogs. The society
can never be of any benefit to the college while it endeavors to suppress
reports of improper treatment of the animals it is presumed to protect.
Mr. Roberts, in a public statement, assumes that The Times is un
friendly to the society and accuses it of misrepresentation of the humane
officers.
He is, of course, correct in the assumption that The Times is un
friendly to any individual or society that not only shirks a public trust,
but endeavors to deceive the public into believing that it is performing
its public duty when, in fact, its own members are in rebellion over its
betrayal of public trust.
The humane society has recently expended a percentage of the money
it solicited from the public last winter in the erection of a shelter home
for dumb animals. It plans, in the near future, to ask the city of Indian
apolis to make a contract with it for the care of dogs now in the dog
pond.
When this request is made the council will be asked to appropriate
a sum of money from the public treasury to the treasury of a society
•wJ)Ose board of directors have announced a policy of absolute secrecy , as
to their activities and have admittedly failed in the carrying out of a
public pledge to protect dumb animals.
There will, of course, be opposition to entrusting public money or
further public duties to a society whose officers fear to make public the
records of their activities and whose members admit failure to keep faith
with the public. /
Some Logic!
Logic appears to have no part in the campaign of the opponents of
decent schools in Indianapolis. They are now basing their opposition to
a bond issue of 5847.000 for four schools on the theory that tho erection
of. these four schools would exhaust the ability of the school city to erect
any schools in the future.
And in order that the school city may erect schools in the future
they argue that it should not erect schools now.
Os course, the fact that schools are needed now does not e iter into
the question at all. Nor does the fact that schools will continue to be
needed more each year appear to bother the remonstrators. They take
the viewpoint that because the debt limit of the school city exißts it never
should be approached.
Carrying this theory to its logical conclusion it would justify the
closing of all the scboo's on the theory that enough tnoney could be
saved with the schools closed for a few years to build fine schools in the
future. This might.b* fine for the grandchildren of some of the hired
opponents of good st bools now, but it is a little tough on the school
children of today.
However, the remonstrators against decent schools in Indianapolis
are entitled to some consideration in their quest for an argument to support
their obstructive tactics.
First they argued that the schools were unnecessary and lost.
Then they argued that the sehdOl3 could be built for less and lost.
Now they are arguing that if we do not build schools now we will
save the money that we should put into schools and later on we will
have the money, even though we do not have the schools.
But bear in mind that these remonstrators are not opposed to schools
at all.
They merely wish to avoid contributing their share of the cost of
schools by forcing the children to go without them.
How About It?
Those citizens of Indianaplois who are desirous of having the city and
the county unite with the State in the erection of a war memorial must be
vitally interested in the outcome of the fight before the State tax board to
obtain approval of a bond issue for school building purposes.
If this community cannot afford to build school buildings adequately to
house its school children, can it afford to dedicate a plaza?
If Indianapolis Is too poor to spend $870,000 for sanitary, fireproof
school buildings to replace insanitary fire-traps Is it not too poor to spend
several million dollars on a plaza?
Do those soldiers who ofTered up their lives to protect the children of
America from the Huns wish a war memorial erected to them with money
that might otherwise be spent properly to house their children?
Indianapolis can never afford to take the position that it is too poor
to build schools for its children but not too poor to dedicate a plaza to the
memory of the world war veterans.
The State tax board will pass on the question of whether Indianapo’ws
Is too poor to build needed school buildings.
The qualified voters cf lb** city will pass on the question of whether
millions shall be spent for the plaza.
And if the tax board decides that this community must do without
school buildings, proponents of the war memorial will find that their an
tagonists have been provided by that decision with the most effective ar
gument that could be convinced for the defeat of the memorial project.
Poor Sam!
Sam Ashby, corporation counsel under Mayor Jewett, is a first-class
lawyer. He is also a hard working, sincere gentleman who possesses a
tenacious spirit and dislikes to acknow ledge defeat.
When the street car company sought relief from the 4-cent ticket fare,
which was admittedly too low to sustain it during the war, Sam Ashby
opposed the relief. He was instrumental in forcing the street car company
to go to the Supreme Court of Indiana to establish its right, to the relief
It sought. Sam did not then shy fron% a defense of what he regarded as
the public’s rights, even though it was necessary to enter the , courts to
determine the issue.
More recently, the gas company obtained a rate increase from the
public service commission by convincing the commission that there was a
group of financiers waiting to put the company in the hands of a receiver
if the rate increase was not granted.
Mr. Ashby carefully refrained from going into the courts tc protect
■what he argued was the rights of the public.
Ashby did not refrain because he wanted to.
It might be well to remember that the corporation counsel,is subject
to the orders of the mayor and the mayor has never b4en particularly
interested in defending the public rights, especially not when the defense
might prove embarrassing to his political sponsors.
The Atavism of John Tom Little Bear
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Little Bear, bit off the right ear of the
arts of culture and education and spun
the teetotum back round to where it was
when Columbus was a little boy? I did
not ?
"John Tom Little Bear was an edu
cated Cherokee Indian and an old friend
of mine when I was in the Territories.
He was a graduate of one of them east
ern football colleges that have been so
euoceseful In teaching tho Indian to
use tho gridiron instead of burning his
victims at the stake. As an Anglo-Sax
on, John Tom was copper-colored in
spots. As n Indian, ho was one of
the whitest men I ever knew. Asa
Chea-okeo, he was a gentleman on the
first ballot. Asa ward of the Nation
he was mighty hard to carry at the
primaries.
"John Tom and me got together and
began to make medicine —how to get up
some lawful, genteel swindle which we
might work In a quiet way so as not to
excite the stupidity of the police or the
cupidity of the larger corporations. We
had close upon SSOO between us and we
pined to make it grow, as all respectable
capitalists do.
"So we figured out a proposition which
seems to be as honorable as a gold mine
prospectus and as profitable as a church
raffle. And inside of thirty days you
find us swarming into Kansas with a
pair of fluent horses and a red camping
wagon on the European plan. John Tom
is Chief Wish-Heap-Douglc the famous
Indian medicine man and Samaritan Sa
chem of the Seven Tribes. Mr. Peters Is
business manager and half owner. We
needed a third man, so we looked around
and found J. Conyngham Binkly lean
ing against the want column of a news
paper. This Binkly has a disease for
Shakespearean roles and an hallucina
tion about a 200 nights’ run on the New
York stage But he confesses that h"
never could earn the butter t? spread
on his William S. roles, so lie IS willing
to drop to the ordinary baker's kind
and be satisfied with a 200-mile run be-
Ye TOWNE GOSSIP
Copyright, 1921. by Star Company.
By K. C. B.
UK WAS probably six.
OB THEREABOUT
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AND AT a corner.
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HE LOOKED at me.
AND I saw a wish.
THAT MAYBE I'd stop.
AND PICK him up.
AND GIVE him a lift.
♦ • •
AND SO I did.
AND WHEN I asked.
• • •
WHERE HE wanted to go.
HE SHOWED me a package.
ALL NEATLY addressed.
AND TIED securely.
AND TOLD me his mama.
HAD SENT him out.
TO MAIL the package
BY TARCEL post.
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AT THE branch postoffice.
SIX BLOCKS away
AND HE squeezed a quarter.
IN ONE of bis hands.
AND IT was clear
HE HAD been told
MOST EX ELICIT Y.
WHAT HE should do.
AND ALSO clear.
HE WAS quite excited.
HE HAD been trusted
TO DO a thing
• • •
OK SCCH Import
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AND ANYWAY.
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I DKO\ E him there
TO THE postoffice place.
AND HE was so small.
AND IT was so hot.
I SAID to him.
• • •
I’D XVAIT outside.
TILL HE was through.
AND TAKE him home.
AND HE went in.
• * •
AND IN a minute.
IT SEEMED to me.
HE CAME right back.
MICH MORE excited.
• •
THAN HE'D been before.
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AND HE opened his hand.
HIS LITTLE wet hand.
AND SHOWED me the quarter.
AND SAID to me
"IT JUST squeezed in.
"AND I got it In free."
•*• * ,
AND I made excuse.
AND LEFT him there
WHILE I went in.
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AND GOT tho package.
AND SPENT twelve cents.
AND H AD it mailed.
♦ • •
AND THEN we went home.
* * *
THANK YOU.
BRINGING UP FATHER , * kjh;istkkep c. s. rATKNT office
W he ' leave )| (j ah: he's I TWENTY h ML HI
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INDIANA DAILY TIMES, SATURDAY, JULY 9, 1921.
(Continued From Page One.)
hind the medicine ponies. Besides Rich
ard 111, he could do twenty-seven coon
songs and banjo specialties and was
willing to cook, and curry the horses.
\Ve carried a fine line of excuses for
taking money. One was a magic soap
lor removing grease spots and quarters
from clothes. One was a Sum-wah-tah,
the great Indian Remedy, made from a
prairie herb revealed by the Great Spirit
in a dream to his favorite medicine men,
the great chiefs McGarrity and Sllber
steln, bottlers, Chicago. And the other
was a frivolous system of pickpocketing
the Kansasters that had the department
stores reduced to a decimal fraction.
Look ye! A pair of silk garters, o dream
book, one dozen clothespins, a gold tooth
and ‘When Knighthood Was in Flower’
all wrapped up in a genuine Japanese
sllkarlua handkerchief and handed to
the handsome lady by Mr. Peters for tho
trivial sum of 50 cents, while Professor
Binkly entertains us in’ a three-minute
round with the banjo.
" Twas an eminent graft we had. We
ravaged peacefully through the State, de
termined to remove all <Toub*t as to why
'twas called bleeding Kansas. John Tom
Little Bear, in full Indian chief's cos
tume, drew crowds away from the par
chesl sociables and Government ownership
conversaziones. While at tho football
college in the East be had acquired quan
tities to rhetoric and the art of calisthen
ics and sophistry in his classes, and
when he stood up In the red wagon and
explained tfi the farmers, eloquent,
about ehilbluins and hy pei uesthesla of
the cranium; Jeff couldn't hand out the
Indian Remedy fast enough for 'em.
"One night’ we was camped on the
edge of a little town out west of Saiiim.
We always camped near a stream, and
put up little tent. Sometimes we sold
out of the Remedy unexpected, and then
Chief Wish-Heap-Dough would have a
dfeam in which the Manitou commanded
him to fill up a few bottles of Sum wah
tai at the most convenient place. ’Twas
about 10 o'clock and we’d Just got in
from*a street performance. I was in the
tent with the lantern, figuring up the
day's profits John Tom hadn't taken off
his Indian make-up, and was sitting by
the campfire minding n fine sirloin steak
In the pan for the professor till be fin
ished his hair-raising scene with the
trained horses
"All at once out of dark bushes comen
a pop like a dresracker, and John Tom
gives a grunt and digs out of his bosom
Do You Know Indianapolis?
*■■ '■ ■ 1 "■ ' i v m\ m ■■■■ mmmmmrmmmmmm *
This picture was taken in your home city. Are you famiimr enough
ith it to locate the scene?
Yesterday’s picture was taken looking north in Park avenue from
Eleventh street.
a little bullet that ha* dented Its-if
against his col.ar bone. John Tom
makes a dlv* In the direction of the
fireworks, and come* ba'k dragging by
the ollar a k!d about 9 or It) ye-irs
young in a velveteen suit, with a Utile
nickel mounted rifle in his hand about
a* big ns a fountain pen.
"'Hero, you pappoose,' gays John Toni,
'tvhat are you gunning for with that
bowiizer? You might nit somebody In
the ye Come out, Jeff, and mind the
s’eak Don't it burn while I :nve
tigate this demon with the pea shooter.'
'•Cowardly redskin,' savs the kid like
he with quoting from a favorite author*
'Dare to burn me at the stake amt 'the
paiefni-e will sw.H-p you from th* prairies
like like everything. Now, you lpmine
go. or I'll tell mamma '
"John Tom plants tho kid or -amp
stool, and site down hy him. Now. tell
the big chief,' he says’ why you trj to i
shoot pellets Into your Unde John a nys
lem Dldu't you know it. was loaded?’!
"'Are you a Indian?' asks the kid. ;
looking up cute as you please ut John
Torn s buckskin and eagle feathers T
am,' says John Tom 'Well, then, that’s
why.’ answer- the boy. swinging his feet.
1 nearly let the stPitk burn watching the
nerve of 'hat youngster.
• O ho!' says John Tom. I see You'ro
the Buy Avenger And you’ve sworn to
rid the continent of rhe savage redman,
1* that about the way of it. son?’
The kid halfway nodded his head.
And then he looked glum ‘Twas Inde
cent to wring his sftoret from his bosom
before a single brave had fallen before
his parlor rifle.
• Now, tell us where your wigwam
is, pappoose.’ says John Tom—where you
lire? Your mamma will be worrying
about you being out so late. Tell tne, and
1 11 take you home.’
"The kid grins I guess not/ he says.
1 live thousands and thousands of miles
over there’ He gyrated his hand toward
the horizon I come on tho train, - he
soy* by myself I got off here because
tip- conductor said my ticket hail ex
pirated ' He looks at John Tom with
sudden suspicion, 'I bet yo i ain't a
Indian,' in says You d.on'f talk like a
Indian. You look like one, but all a
Indian <an saj' I* 'heap good' and 'pale
face die.' Say I bet you are one of them
make believe Indians thnt sell medicine
on the streets. I saw one once In
t,- M in i v
" Yon never mind.’ says John Tom.
‘whether I'm a cigar sign or a Tammany
cartoon The question before flic coun
cil is what's to be done with you. You’ve
run away from home You'v > been read
Ing Howells. You’ve disgraced the pro
fession of boy avengers by trying so
shoot a tame Indian, and never saving;
"Die, dog of a redskin! You have
crossed the path of the Boy Avenger nine
teen times too often. What do you mean
by it ?'
"The kid thought for a minute. ‘J
guess I made a mistake.' he says. ‘I |
ought to have gone farther West. They j
find 'em wild out there in tho canons.'
He holds out his hand to John Tom,
the little rascal ‘Please excuse me, sir,’
says he, ‘for shooting at you. T hope
It didn't hurt you. But you ought to
be more careful. When a scout sees a
Indian in bis war dress his rifle must
speak.’ Little Bear give a big laugh with
a whoop at the end of It, and swings
the kid ten feet high and sets him on
his shoulder, and the runaway fingers the
frings and the eagle feathers and is full
of joy the white man knows when he
dangles his heels against an Inferior face
It is plain that Little Bear and that kid
are chums from that on The little rene
gade has already smoked the pipe of
peace with the savage; and you can see
in his eye that he is figuring on a toma
hawk and a pair of mocassins, children’s
size.
"We have supper in the tent. The
youngster looks upon me and the profee
sor as ordinary braves, only intended as
a background to the camp scene. When
he is seated on a box of Sumwah-tah.
with the of the table sawing his
neck, and his mouth full of beefsteak.
Little Bear calls for his name. 'Roy,
sxys the kid, with a sirlolny sound to
it. But when the rest of It and his post
office address is referred to, he shakes
bis head. ‘I guess not,' he says. ‘You’ll
send me back. I want to stay with you.
I like this camping out. At home, we
fellows hHd a camp in our back yard
They called me Roy, the Red Wolfl I
guess that'll do for a name. Gimme an
other piece of beefsteak, please.’
"We had to keep that kid. We knew
there was a hullabaloo about him some
where, and that mamma and Uncle Harry,
and Aunt Jane, and tho chief ofkpoltce
were hot after lais trail, but not another
word would he tell us. In two days he
was the mascot of the Big Medicine out
fit, and all of us had a sneaking hope
that his owners wouldn't turn up. When
the red wagon was doing business hi
was in it, and passed up the bottles to
Mr. Peters as proud and satisfied as a
rrinee that's abjured a 200-crown for a
million-dollar parvenuess Once John
Tom asked him something about his
papa. ‘1 ain't got any papa,' he says. 'He
ruuned away and left us He made my
mamma cry. Auut Lucy says he's a
shape.' ‘A what?’ somebody asks him
‘A shape,' saya the kid ; ‘some kind of a
shape—lemme see—oh. yes, a feendenu
man shape. I don't know what it mean*.'
John Tom was fee putting otir brand on
him, and dressing him up like a little
chief, with wampum and beads, but 1
vetoes it. ‘Somec dy's lost that kid, is
my view of it, and they may want him
You let me try him with a few strate
geriis, and see if I can't get a look at his
visiting card '
"So that night 1 goes up to Mr, Roy
Blank by the camp-fire, and looks at him
contemptuous and scornful. ‘Snicken
wltzel! says I, like the word made me
sick; 'Snicskenwitzel.' Rah! Before I‘d be
named SntckenwltxeU”
" 'What's the matter with you. Jeff?
says the kid, opening his eyes wide.
"‘Snickcnwitzel!' I repeats, and 1 spat
the word out. ‘I saw a man today from
your town, and he to and me your name
I'm not surprised you wan ashamed to
tell it. Snickcnwitzel' Whew!'
“'Ah. here, now.' sajs the boy. in
dlgnant and wriggling all over, ‘what*
the matter with you? That ain't roe
name It s Conyers What s the mnNcr
with you?’
" 'And that's not the worst of it. T
went on qubk keeping him b"t and not
giving him time to th!nk 'We thought
you was from a nice, well to do family.
Here's Mr l ittle Bear, a chief of th
Cherokee*, entitled to wear nine otter
tails on- his Sunday blanket, and Pro
f**or Binkly. who plays Shakespeare and
the banjo, and me. that s got hundreds of
debars In thnt black tin box In the
wagon, and we re gel to be careful about
th company we keep That man teila me
your folks live Way down In little old
Hencoop Alley, where there are no side
walks, nnd the goats eat off the table
with you.’
kid was almost crying now
‘ Taith so,' he splutters 'He—he don't
know what he's talking about We live
on Poplar av noo I don't 'sogiate with
goats What a the matter with you?'
” ‘Popular avenue, - says I. sarcastic
‘Poplar avenue! Thnf's "a street to live
or.! It only runs two Mocks anil then falls
off a bluff You can throw a keg of
nails the whole length of It. Don't talk
to me about Popular avenue.'
“‘lt's—lt s miles long,' says the kid
‘Our number's 802 and there's lots of
houses after that What's the matter
with—aw. yon make me tired, Jeff.'
" Well, well, now,’ says 1. I guess
that man made n mistake Maybe it was
some otjier bov he was talking about. If
I <-atoli him I'll teach him to go around
slandering people.’ And after supper I
goes uptown and telegraphs to Mrs. Con
yers, 562 Poplar avenue, Quincy, 111
that the kid is safe and aassv with us,
and will be held for further orders. In
two hours' an answer comes to hold him
tight, and she 11 start for him by next
t ra in.
"The next train was due at 0 p. in
the next day. and roe nnd John Tom was
at the depot with the kid. You might
scour the plains in vain for the big Chief
Wish-Heap Dough. In his place is Mr
Little Bear in the hnmaji habiliments of
the Anglo-Sarin sect; and the leather
of his shoes Is patented god the loop ot
Ms necktie is copyrighted For these
things John Tom had grafted on hirn ar
college nlong with metaphysics and the
knockout guard for the low tackle. But
for Ms complexion, which is some vel
lowish, and the black mop of his straight
hair, you raigbt have thought here was
an orolnny man out of the city directory
that subscribes for magazines and pushes
the law r me wer in his shirt-sleeves of
evniugs.
• l uen the train rolled in, and a little
woman in a gray drpss. with sort of il
luminating hair, slides off and looks
around quick And the Boy Avenger
sea her. and yells, 'Mamma,' nnd cries,
'Oi' and they meet in a clinch, nnd now
MOVIE LAND pS
Lillian Gish
MILLIONS LOVE HER f||l
How It Feels to Act for You
As every one knows, acting in front
of the motion picture camera is abso
lutely different from acting on the stage.
It's a long time since I was on the
stage, but, of course, I remember what
it wag like, having the audience out
there in front, and having them applaud
—or not applaud 1
But in the studio jour audience must
be In your mind, just as your character
is in your mind. You don't get direct
aspiration from them, and so you have
to furnish it for yourself. Your absorp
tion In your part has to be complete,
there; much more so than when you arc
playing on the stage, and the enthusi
asm of those for whom you are play
ng helps you.
You walk out in front of the camra.
You have rehearsed it so that you know
what part of the action you are to do.
Perhaps you have Just finished a scene
that comes in quite a different part of
the story, and so have to adjust yourself,
to fit your mind into what you are to
do right then.
Lines are drawn on the floor, so that
you won't step out of range of the
camera; you must rememter them. You
must face the camera, but not look into
It; on the stage y<(n could play a strong
emotional scene with your face turned
away from the audience, because your
voice and the words you said would let
people know what you were experiencing
and saying, but on the screen your face
must, tell them. For instance, in the
icene in "Way Down East,” where I de
nounce the villain, before I am driven
out into the snow, I had to remember
where my audience was every minute,
even when I was so worked up by the
feeling of the moment that it absorbed
me completely. Os course. I have worked
long enough in pictures, however, to do
that instinctively.
It Is the feeling of your part that
comes first. You have to be the person
you are playing. And you have to con
the pesky redskins can come forth from
their caves on the plains without fear
anv more of the rifle of Roy, the Red'
Wolf. Mrs. Conyers comes up and
thanks me an’ John Tom without the
usual extremities you always look for in
a woman. She says Just enough, in a
way to convince, and there is no Inci
dental music by the orchestra. 1 made
a few illiterate requisitions upon the
art of conversation, at which the lady
smiles friendly, as if she had known
me a week. And then Mr. Little Bear
adorns the atmosphere with the various
idioms into wfiich education can frac
ture the wind of sepeech I could see
the kid's mother didn't quite piece Jonn
Tom; but it teemed she was apprised
of his dialects, and she played up to bis
lead n the self's o of making three
word* do the work of one.
"That kid introduce! us with some
footnotes and explanations ’ that made
things plainer than a week of rhetoric.
He darned around, and punched us in
(he back, and tried to climb Jobu Tom s
1. g 'This is John Tom, mamma.' says
he. He's a Indian. He sells medicine in
.. red wagon I shot him. but he wasn t
wild. The other one's Jeff. He * a fak;r.
too ( nine on and see the camp where
we live, won't you, mamma'.'’
It .s plain to see that the life of the
woman is In that boy She has got b:m
again where her arms cau gather hlml..
ad that * enough. She's ready to do any
thing to please him. She hesitates toy
e.gctlj of a second and takes another look
a-, these men. 1 imagine she *ays to her
self about John Tom. Seems to be a
gentleman, if his hair don t curl An l
Mr Uetera she disposes of as follows;
Cos ladies' man. but a man who knows
* lady.'
• So we all rambled down to the camp
as neighborly a coming from a wake
And there she inspects the wagon and
ii (he place with her hand where the
kid used to sleep, and dabs around her
nvus inkers with her handkerchief. And
Professor Binkly give* u* ‘Trovatore' on
one string of the banjo, and is about to
slide off Into Hamlet's monologue when
one of tho oorse.- gets tangled in his
rope and he must’go look after him. and
says something about 'foiled again
"When It got dark we and John
Tom w alked tack up to the Torn Ex
change Hotel, and the four of us had
supper there, I think rhe trouble started
at that supper, for then was when Mr.
Little Rear made an intellectual balloon
ascension. I held on to the tablecloth,
and listened to him soar. That redman,
if I could judge, had the gift of informs
tion. He took language, and did with it
all a Homan can do with macaroni. His
vocal remarks was nl! embroidered over
with the most scholarly verb* und pre
fixes. And his syllables was smooth, and
fitted nicely to the Joints of his idea.
I thought I'd heard him talk before, but
1 hadn t. And It wasn't the size of his
words, hut the way they come; and
twasr/t his subjects, for he* spoke of
common thing* like cathedrals and foot
ball and poems and catarrh aud souls
and freight rates and sculpture. Mrs.
Conyers understood his accents, and the
elegant sounds went back and forth be
tween 'em. And now and then Jefferson
P Peters would Intervene a few' shop
worn, senseless words to have the butter
passed rr another leg of the chicken.
“Yes, John Tom Little Bear appeared
to be inveigled some in bis bosom about
that Mrs. Conyers. She was of the kind
that pleases. She had the good looks
and more. I'll tell you. You take one of
these cloak models In a big store. They
-trike you as being on the impersonal
system. They are adapted for the eye.
What they run to is Inches around and
complexion, and the art of funning the
delusion that the vealskin would look
just as well on the lady with the warts
and the pocketbook Now, if one of them
models was off duty, and you took it, and
It would say 'Charlie' when you pressed
it, and sit up at the table, why, then
you would have something similar to
Mrs. Conyers I could see how John
Tom could resist any inclination to hate
that white squaw.
“The lady and the kid stayed at the
hotel. In the morning, they sav. they
will start for home. Me nnd Little Bear
left at S o'clock, and sold Indiana Rem
edy on the courthouse square till 9. He
leaves me and the Professor to an re
down to camp, while he stays up town. 1
am not enamored with that plan, fur it
shows John Tom is uneasy in his com
posures. and that leads to firewater, and
sometimes to the green corn dance and
costs Not often does Chief Wish Heap-
Dough get busy with the firewater, but
) I
vey that person’s emotions to the au
dience. I always try, when I am think
ing over a part, to key that part up to
the people who axe going to see it; I
mean, to make the girl I am playing feel
what happens to her, jnst as girls every
where would feel it. When I was get
ting ready to play Anna in "Way Down
East,” I could really see the bigness of
the story until I remembered that girls
everywhere, ever so many of them, have
been tricked into false marriages. I had
to make myself one with them, and with
those whose may not have
been so tragic, but have been very un
happy, nevertheless.
That is what, for me, takes the place
of the Inspiration which an audience
gives you on the stage—the feeling of
responsiveness that I get from imagining
the people all over the world who, per
haps from different combinations of.cir
cumstances, have felt what I must por
tray on the screen. That is what I
mean by keying up a part to the peo
ple who are going to see it —Jo their
emotions, really.
So, when I go before the camera to
play a big scene, I have the emotions of
my audience tucked away in the tack of
my mind. The front of it is absorbed
by the character I play. When I re
hearsed, everything that I did was
worked out. so that each action, would
mean something, convey some definite im
pression. What I know of the technique
of acting has all been worked Into the
part. But when I actually get to work,
with the grinding of the camera and the
director's voice the only sounds, I feel
the part, and I feel the emotions of the
audience —and that's all.
When I get through maybe someone
says, "That was great.'.’ Maybe Mr. Grif
fith says, ‘ We’ll do that over, and try it
this way.” Maybe nobody says anything,
and I go home wondering if you will
like it. Os course, I wonder that, any
way. And that's about all I can say
about how It feels to work for you.
Copyright, 1920.
I whenever he does there Is heap much do
ing in the lodges of the palefaces, who
I wear blue and carry the club.
"At half past nine Professor Binkly is
1 rolled in his quilt snoring in blank
i verse and I am sitting by the fire Ust
; suing to the frogs. Mr. Little Bear slides
; into camp and sits down against a tree.
I There is no svmptoms of firewater.
•' 'Jeff,' says he, after a long time, 'a
'little boy came West to hunt Indians.'
j •■•Well, then?’ says I, for I wasn t
| thinking as he was. . . „
I ” And he bagged one,’ says John Tom,
• ‘and ‘twas not with a gun, and he never
had on a velveteen suit of clothes in his
l life.' And then 1 began to catch nis
smoke.
1 T know it,' says I And I'll bet vou
: his pictures are on valentines and fool
men are his game, red and white.
•• ‘You win on ' the red,' says John
Tom. calm. 'Jeff, for bow many ponies
do you think I could buy Mrs. Congers :
; ''Scandalous talk!' I replies "Tis not
'a paleface custom' John Tom laughs
| loud and bites into a cigar. No.' he
answers; ' tis the savage equivalent for
the dollars of the white man's marriage
i settlement. Oh, I know. There's an
eternal wait between the aces. If i could
do it. Jeff. I'd put a torch to every white
college that a redman has ever set foot
•inside. Why don't you leave us alone,
he says, 'to' our own ghost dances and
ilog feasts, and our dingy squaws to cook
our grasshopper soup and darn our moc
casins?’
I “ Now, you sure don't mean disrespect
to the perennial blossom entitled educa
tion?’ sais l, scandalized, 'because I wear
ilt in the bosom of my own intellectual
; shirt-waist. I've had education,' says I,
: ‘and never took any harm from It.'
| “ You lasso us,' goes on Little Bear.
not noticing my prose Insertions, and
I teach us what is beautiful in literature
(and in life, and hew to appreciate what
is fine in mean aud women. W hat have
you done to me'- says he. You ve made
me n Cherokee Moses. You've taught me
to bate the wigwams and love the white
man's ways I can't look over into the
promised land and see Mrs. Conyers, b it
my place Is—on the reservation.'
1 "Little Hear stands up in his chief's
! dress, and laughs again But, white
i man Jeff.' he goes on. 'the paleface pr ■
. vide* a resource. 'Tis a temporary one
‘but it gives a respite and the name of
jit is whiskv ' And straight off he walks
up the path to town again. 'Now,' say*
I in my mind, msy the Manitou move
him to do only bailable things this
rljhl V r • I t.,hn Tom
!is about to avail himself of the white
man's solace.
j “Maybe it whs 10.30. as I sat smoking,
when I heaf pit a pats on the path and
here comes Mrs. Conyers running, her
hair twisted up any way. ami a look on
her face that says burglars and mine anil
i the flour's all-out rolled In one \jh. Mr
; refers,’ she call* out, as they will ‘oh,
; oh!’ 1 made a quick think and I spoke
the gist of it out. loud ‘Now,' says I.
‘we've been brothers, me and that. lu
i dinn. but T il make a godd one of him
I in two minutes if ”
" ‘No. no, she says, wild and cracking
| her knuckles, ‘I haven t seen Mr Little
J Bear. 'Tis tuy—husband. He’s stolen m.v
ibov. Oh,' she says, 'just when I had
I him back in my arms again! That
| heartlpss villain' Every bitterness life
! knows.’ she says, 'he's made me drink
j My poor little lamb, that ought to be
; warm in his bed. carried off by that
j fiend!’ A
j •• 'How did all this happen?’ I sk.
j ‘Let's have the facts.'
| "‘I was fixing his bed,' she explains,
i and Roy was playing on the hotel porch
i and he drives up to the steps. T heard
; Roy scream, and ran out. My husband
i had him in the buggy then. T begged
| l.itn for my child. This is what he gave
: ine ' She turns her face to the light.
| There is a crimson streak running across
. her rheek nnd mriuth. ‘He did that with
j his whip,’ she says.
! “ ‘Come back to the hotel.(’ says I,
j ‘and we ll see what can be done.'
j “On the way she tells me some of the
wherefores. When he slashed her with
the whip he told her he found out she
; was coming for the kid. and he was on
; the same train. Mrs. Conyers had been
living with her brother, and they'd
! watched the boy always, as her husband
; had tried to steai him before. I judge
| that man was worse than a street rail
j way promoter. It seems he had spent
her money and slugged her and killed
her canary bird, and told it around that
she had cold feet
"At the hotel we found a mass meet
ing of five infuriated citizens chewing
tobacco and denouncing the outrage. 1
Most of tho town was asleep by 10
o'clock. 1 talks the lady some quiet, and
tells her I will take the 1 o'clock train
for the next town, forty miles east, for
it is likely that the esteemed Mr. Con
yers will drive there to take the cars. ‘1
don't know,’ I tells her, but what he
has legal rights; but if I find him I can
give him an Illegal left In the eye. and
tie him up for a day or two. anyhow,
on a disturbal of the peace proposition.’
"Mrs Conyers goes inside and cries
with the landlord's wife, who is fixing
some catnip tea that will make every
thing all right for the poor dear. The
landlord comes out on the porch, thumb
ing his one suspender, and says to ms:
' Ain't had so much excitements In
town since Bedford Steegall's wife sw*l
lered a spring lizard. I seen him through
the winder hit her with the buggy whip,
and everything. What’s that suit of
clothes cost you you got on? 'I ears like
wed have some rain, don’t it? Say, doc,
thnt Indian of yorn’s on a kind of a
whizz tonight, ain't he? He comes along
just before you did, and I told him about
this here occurrence. He gives a cur'us
kind of a hoot, and trotted off. I guess
our constable'll have him in the lock-up
'fore morning.’
“I thought I'd sit on the porch and
wait for the 1 o'clock train. I wasn't
feeling saturated with mirth. Here was
John Tom on one of his sprees, and this
kidnapping business losing sleep for me.
But then, I'm always having trouble with
other people's troubles. Every few min
utes Mrs. Conyers would come out on the
porch and look down the road the way
the buggy went. Like she expected to see
that kid coming back on a white pony
with a red apple in his hand. Now,
wasn't that, like a woman? And that
brings up cats. 'I saw a mouse go in
this hole,' says Mrs. Cat; 'you can go
prize up a piauk over there if you like;
I'll watch this hole.’
"About a quarter to 1 o’clock the lady
co-mes out again, restless, crying easy, os
females do for their own amusement, atid
she' looks down that road again and
listens. 'Now, ma am,’ says I, 'there's
no use watching cold wheel tracks. By
this time they're halfway to ’ 'Hush,'
she says, holding up her hand. And I
do hear something coming 'flip-flap' in
the dark; and then there is the awfullest
war-whoop ever heard outside of Madison
■Square Garden at a Buffalo Bill matinee.
And up the steps and on to the porch
jumps the disrespectable Indian. The
lump in the hall shines on him, and I
fail to recognize Mr. J. T. Little Bear,
alumnus of the class of '9l. What I see
is a Cherokee brave, and the warpath ia
what he has been traveling. Firewater
and other things have got blip going.
His buckskin is hanging in strings, and
his feathers are mixed up like a frizzly
hen's. The dust of miles Is on his moc
casins, and the light in his eye is the
kind the aborigines wear. But in his
arms he brings that kid, bis eyes half
closed, with his little shoes dangling and
one hand fast around the Indian’s collar.
“'Uappoose!’ Says John Tom, and I
notice that the flowers of the white man's
syntax have left his tongue. He is tue
original proposition in bear's claws and
copper color. 'Me bring,’ says he, ana
he lays the kid in his mother's arms.
Run fifteen mile,’ says John Tom—‘Ugh!
Catch white man. Bring pappoose.’
“The little woman is in extremities of
cladness. She must wake up that stir-up
trouble youngster and hug him and make
proclamation that he Is his mamma's
own precious treasure. I was about to
ask questions, but I looked at Mr. Little
Bear, and my eye caught the sight of
something in his belt. 'Now go to bed,
ma'am,' says I, 'and this gadabout
youngster likewise, lor there's no more
danger, and the kidnapping business is
not what it was earlier in the night.’
"I inveigled John Tom down to camp
quick, and when he tumbled off asleep I
got that thing out of his belt and dis
posed of it where the eye of education
can’t see it. For even the football col
leges disapprove of the art of scalp-tak
ing in their curriculums.
"It is 10 o’clock next day when John
Tom wakes up and looks around. I am
glad to see the nineteenth century in Mi
eyes again.
" ’What was it, .Tel??' he asks.
“ 'Heap firewater.’ says I.
"John Tom frowns, and thinks a little.
‘Combined.’ says he directly, ‘with the
interesting little physiological shake up
known tis rc' 0r8;,,n0 r8 ;,, n { 0 type. I leluembcT
now Have they gone yet?’
"■On the 7:30 train.' ! ;uiswers.
“‘lwh !’ says Jol.u Tmff; ‘better so.
Paleface, bring big (.'iilef Wisb-Heap
Dough a little broom-seltzer, and then
lie'll mke up the rcJrnau s burden
again.' ”
HOROSCOPE
••The stAra Incline, bot do not compel!**
** ’ SI N DAT. JULY 10.
Venus dominates this day with evil
pow‘>r, according to astrology. Neptune
is slightiy adverse.
During this sway men and women may
be easily led by romance and wooinga
may l,e persistent, but Neptune is iu an
aspect that is believed to cloud the com
mon sense view of life.
Women should be particularly lucky
today, which is held to favor all their
essentially feminine ambitious.
i'erson* whose birthdste it is should
beware of accidents or fire. They should
avoid quarrels aud should make the best
of every day experiences. The subjects
of Caucer are usually extremely fortu
nate through their own exertions.
Children born on this day are likely
to be exact, thorough and industrious.
They are generally affectionate and
kiudly in nature.
MONDAY, JULY 11.
‘This is not a lucky day, according to
astrology. Saturn, Mercury and Mars
are all In malefic aspect. Neptune is
friendly early in the morning.
During this planetary government the
mind is likely to be pressed and the
dark side of life to be apparent.
Selfishness and arrogance are supposed
to be encouraged by the position of th*
stars these days when special privileges
are coveted and claimed, more than ever
before, hy the subconscious mind.
Persons wljose birthdate it is should
be especially careful of letters and writ
ings in the coming year. Unexpected
success seems to be foreshadowed.
Ch ldrn born on this day may be
rash, headstrong and very imaginative.
These suDjects of Cancer often meet with
success in speculation or games of haz
ard.—Copyright, 1921.
Big Supply of Fiber
for IT. S. B[rider Twine
GALVESTON, Texas. July 9. —Accord-
ing to advices received from Merida, State
of Yucatan, Mexico, there will be a big
movement of sisal fiber to the United
States n.id Canada during the next few
months. Furthermore, for the first time
in the history of the industry there have
been accumulated surplus stocks in this
country sufficiently large to insure that
the wheat growers and other farmers will
have an abundent supply of bibder twine
for some time to eome. even should the
supply from Yucatan be cut ojf for a year
or two.
It is stated that importers and manu
facturers now have on hand In warehouses
chiefly in Galveston, more than 25,000
bales so sisal fiber. All of this has been
aeemnulated during the last two years.