4 Ju&iatra ipaikj aTitnes Published at 25-29 South Meridian street, Indianapolis, Ind.. by The Indiana Dally Time s Company. Telephone—MA in 3500. MEMBER OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS. . . New York, Boston, Fnyae, Burns & Smith, Inc. Advertising ofllces. Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, G. Logan Payne Cos. Subscription Rates: Indlanapoii s. 10c per week; elsewhere, 12c per week Entered as Second Class Matter. July 25. 1914. at PostolT..*. Indianapolis, lad. under act March S. 1579. IT IS TIME for “Babe” Ruth to stop living up to his nickname. STRANGE, but a bushel of ry© Isn't worth as much as a Quart. THE BARTENDERS who have been at sea looking for & Job can go there now. THE BOARD OF PUBLIC SAFETY wants only one Fourth of July this year. THERE seems to be a demand for more playgrounds everywhere but In the city administrr tion. A FRIEND who keeps your cat while you are on a vacation is often an enemy when you return. GERMANY has come across with some more money, but no matter how much we collect, war never pays. SHOOTING away their own time and ammunition on their only day off naturally doesn't look like recreation to Indianapolis policemen. THE COUNTY, which has just s irrendered control of the curb market stands to the city, probably will want It back when the campaign grows warmer. The Illinois Massacre As is our custom, an official investigation will now be made Into this week’s massacre near Marion, 111., although the slow-moving progress of the authorities does not inspire confidence that the actual murderers ever will be brought to Justice. The wanton killing of twenty-five or more workmen by Infuriated miners, which has shocked the country, could have been prevented if the same agencies that are now seeking the guilty had been functioning before the slaughter. The state should have prevented the importation of workmen to Marlon under the false pretense that there was no danger. The state should have prevented the operators from arming their mine with a machine gun and guards, thereby inviting trouble. Ls the operators 'feared trouble, which their precautions indicate, they should have sought and secured protection from the proper authorities. The State should have prevented the striking miners from arming and moving to attack the Herrin mine. The sheriff of Williamson County, who was unable or unwilling to stop the first battle and who refused to summon aid, should be removed from office. If the victims of this mob, most of them American citizens, had been done to death in a foreign country, the Federal Government today would be moving, and with the support of the entire nation, to obtain redress. Illinois can do no less and maintain her place of self-respect among the sisterhood of States. The members of the mob must be brought to justice. This ghastly butchery should be fresh warning to the American people that they, through their Government, are allowing a great industrial dispute to drag on, inviting such outbreaks. It is time for the Federal Government to take action toward bringing" the . miners and operators together. The Marion massacre might well be made the subject for the peace calL Shall We Return to Boss Rule? The word has been passed around: Administration leaders think the plain folks in this country are busying themselves entirely too much with their Government. President Harding himself started the ball rolling. lie yearned, he said, for a return to the ways of the good old-fashioned political convention. He didn't like the primary system. Next came Attorney General Daugherty. He lambasted the civil service. He pined for the old style of appointing folks to office rather than allow Tom, Dick and Harry compete for Government jobs and the fittest man win. After Daugherty, spoke Secretary of War Weeks. He, like President Harding, doesn’t care for primaries. There should be more appointments. You see, in a primary most abybody can vote nowadays and you can't tell what will happen. Senator Harry New, old guardsman of Indiana, was certain things were O. K. for him to succeed himself in the Senate. But. under the primary system, he never got a look-in. Former Senator Beveridge beat him a mile. The Pennsylvania machine thought Alter had Plnchot hogtied and JA\m-strung for the gubernatorial nomination. But when the vote was •J. :ed after one of those cursed primaries, It was discovered Plnchot had IOU/ed Alter under. SPjHLookhart didn't seem to have a chance in lowa against the old guard, lot of plain folks were allowed to walk up to the ballot box and G. was flabbergasted. Brookhart bad won in a walk, it goes. You just can't tell what folks will do when you entrust h the vote. And this is particularly true with women. They don’t for political machines —not even when their husbands are the Politics with them is a question of principles. Now if the Administration could just go back to the old political conven tion system, all would be well. The “boss'' and a few of his lieutenants would gather In a hack room some place—in the old days it was usually In, or over, some saloon—and decide on a “slate. ’ This “slate’’ would then be sprung in “convention” and formally voted on by “trained” dele gates to make the nomination “regular.’' Beveridge wouldn’t have been even considered by the machine In Indiana under the old system. Pinchot would have been totally ignored in Pennsylvania. And Colonel Brookhart in lowa wouldn’t have got as far as the door of a boss-ruled convention. Y’es, it Is all very upsetting. Folks are voting too much. Why can’t they be satisfied to let the machine bosses run the country for them? Being Unpopular Secretary Hughes urges Americans to moderate their criticism of foreign nations. It is good advice. The most popular sport in America is telling Europe how to get back to normal. Europe is conceived as a part of the earth populated by incompetents, who, through sheer obstinacy, are preventing themselves from recovering from the devastating effects of the war. There is a certain kind of American politician who has learned all about Europe by staying at home. He believes Europe has moved forward very little since the dark ages. So he takes care to emphasize his own virtue by expressing his abhorrence of all trans-Atlantic ways and especially of human nature as exemplified in European statecraft. The vociferous scorn of Europe, so gratuitously voiced at times even in the august hall of the United States Senate, is not adding to America’s abroad. Indeed, there are too many Americans who seem determined to cultivate the art of unpopularity in world affairs, as a safe guard against American participation in international relationships. They argne that the more unpopular the United States is, the more likely will Americans be left alone. They are international grouches. But unpopularity is a dangerous quality. It leads to suspicions and to exaggerated alarms. An unpopular America might be pictured by her enemies as a menace to world recovery. No American should want his country to be needlessly disliked abroad. Nor is there any reason for it. The vast majority of Americans wish the world well, and have no hypo- critical sense of superiority. Responsibility in commenting on foreign nations, and an ordinary, gentlemanly regard for European sensibilities hKIJi help America and help the world to better ways. Qn of Wileless Cign It CA k. C. B Dear K. C B.—l have been thinking about the discussion you had about the girl who put her arms around her Dad and forthwith Dad came across with a five. What I want to know, K. C. B„ Is what about us who have no Dad to kiss for a five? It Isn't so much the five, but Just to have no Dad at ail: Things get pretty dark sometimes, and It would seem wonderful to have a Dad to go to and to know that he Is there to stand between yon and the rest of the world. What about us. K. C. B? JUST A DADLESS GIRL. DEAR DADLESS Girl. IF I were a girl. • • • AND I had no Dad, • • • AND i could dream. • • • AS I know you dream. • • • OR TOD wouldn't write. • • • AS YOU’VE written to me e e e FD SIT me down. • • AND CLOSE my eyes. • • • AND PICTURE a Dad. • • • AS I would like • • • THAT MINE should look. • • • AND THEN I’d call him. • • * SIY NICE Dream Dad. • • • AND AFTER that. • • • WHEN BLUE days came. • • • I’D BIT with him. • • • AND HE’D say to me. • • JUST THE very things. THAT I should like. • • • THAT HE should say. • • • AND IF It happened. • • • TEMPTATION CAME. • * • AND HALTED me. • • • UPON MY path. • • • I’D LOOK ahead. • • • AND THERE I’d sea. • • MY GOOD Dream Dad. • * • AND HE would smile. * • • AS I’D go on. • • ♦ AND PAT no heed. • • • TO WHAT It was. • • • that tempted me. • • • THAT’S WHAT I'd do. • * • IF I wera you. • • • AND HAD no Dad. • • • FOR I haTe found. • • • THAT HAPPINESS. • • • MAY COME In dreams. • • * MORE SFRELY. • • • THAN IN what I find. • • WHEN I awake. • • • I thank you. BRINGING UP FATTIER. 1$ MR. KA.FAY* e-V THE WAY-MR. HI *5 . hf j 1 WANT YOU TO <0 f ) •DO YCU KNOW THREE ARE A (JAO N USOAIL.I lA JIN " r HEREL AMD LISTEN ~ WHX-UH--.M MR.SMITH? LOT-twoof 'EM AT LEAhT <. ONP L l ) . , J 6-2 Ls (cl 1922 bv Int-l FtATuae Seßvice. Inc. [ ■“ Ir ~ 1 - Tr**— —A fr-’ t m ) " ’ 1 1 INDIANA DAILY TIMES phone to Glenn; I know how anxious the boy. is.” “But how? What of Ruth?” queried Dick. "Ask Vlra. She has come to tell you all she knows. I made her. These youngsters are getting toned down. May be Ruth will listen to reason when she gets back. Oh, If I only had her'.’’ “I’ll say that, too!" cried Dick. “Tell us, Vlra.” “Well, yon see, we found a duck boat In the hold, a boat for one. One of us could get off. Ruth made the choice—- Insisted—settled It. It had to be done In a second. She made me go—even when I fought her to stay.” Dick grasped Nlta Walden’s hand in emotion. It was a splendid piece of heroism ol Ruth. “Don’t you see?” explained Vlra, talk ing fast as she poured out what she knew, “The Jig was up for the gang. All they wanted was to make a clean get away, take all the Jewelry and the money. They waited until the last minute to get fifty thousand for the In ner Circle and the other stnff. But It failed. Then the only thing that re mained was to get away—-with Ruth — the ten-million dollar telress, as they speak of her. ♦ * • “You know, the ‘Bacchante’ had been taking the stuff off rum-runners. It was sheer bluff, posing as revenue enforcers. It was stored on the ‘Sea Vamp.’ Every time any one drove Into the city, they would take a couple of cases or more to the Inner Circle or the garage. From the Inner Circle and the garage It was dis tributed. They were wealthy bootleg gers to the wealthy. Bootleg aristoc-, racy!” Nlta sighed. “Up to a point, then, per haps Ruth didn't need saving from her self as much as I thought. She was on the trail of something big—this conspir ary • • • And she almost lauded her fish * • • Only to get Into tronble from which It's taking all the skill of Guy aud Dick to save her.” Vlra’s eyes were restlessly glancing through the window down the road. Sud denly her face beamed. She forgot her rumpled dress as It had dried on her, her disordered hair. “Glenn's coming! I hear his engine. Oh, boy!” Out of the room she flew. Vlra and Glenn came up the road. The story was repeated. Dick returned to his radloplane; Garrick to sifting crank re ports of ths whereabouts of the fast scout cruiser. "Vlra,” said Glenn ardently, the mo ment they were alone. “I won’t take ‘No’ this time —nor even 'Walt,’ ” Vlra blushed. “Just as soon as we get Rut hie." "Here’s the first report that I place any confidence In,” shouted Garrick in a tone that could be heard all over the boathouse. “It’s from a freighter—Just off Beavlllo—sighted a boat answering the description of the ‘Bacchante’ putting into the Orest South Bay.” “That checks up with Ruth’s Fire Island message!" called Dick from be low. “The ‘Bacchante’ must have round ed the Island. I guess she could; she's fast enough.” “How’s the work coming on, Dick?” shouted Garrick, all energy now with the first wireless clew. “It’ll be twilight in an hour. Can you hurry it up?” “All ready now. I've been all dressed up with nowhere to go for fifteen min utes:" called back Dick from balow. They swung open the doors and ran the radlaplane down the *kldway, call ing back to McKay to drive Mrs. Walden across the Island to Beavllle. The radio plane struck the quiet water of the har bor, the staccato whirr of the two pro pellers rose to a screech. They were off in a cloud Os spray, leaping lightly from the surface to the air, and waving a gay good-by at Nlta clasped her hands as if in prayer and Vira drew close to Glenn. The flight to Roavilla was only a mat ter of m'nutcs for there was no time to lose before darkness. At Seaville a hasty survey disclosed no sign of the ‘Bacchante,’’ but there was a tremendous crowd down on a bulk head and they could see them waving and hear their shouts. Dick brought the radlopplane down to the water and a conrle of small motor boats put out. “We’ve got that Curtis and the Larue girl!” shouted a man with a big brass star of the local police force on his chest. Dick glanced at Garrick. “Anchor here. We must take the time. We must give them the third degree.” Curtis was sour; Rae nervously tri umphant. They had been deserted, put ashore, double-crossed. Was it possible !hat they, too, were merely tools of the mat-at-the-top? Who was It then? Georges had been eliminated and was In Jail with hts mouth sealed. Brock was out of the way, a lonely prisoner ready to turn State's evlde.nce to save his miserable hide. Who, then? Where was Ruth? In spite of her capture, Rae looked happier than she had been for days. She was holding on to Jack’s arm with the air of possessloen that seemed to compensate for everything. Curtis did not look so pleased. He was thinking of the vanishing fortune and the frolics he saw glimmering away In the past. Suddenly Rae shook his arm. “Dream tng of those hussies? Jack, you're mine —I can’t let any one have you—even when I’m playing the game. These dam sels have ditched us! We might better have stayed In our own class. There’s good pickings In the cabarets! Lord knows what will Jiappen, now. Here’s that Garrick —and Dick. I could tear the eyes out of the whole smart bunch - especially Ruth Walden. I never trusted her—she’s too smart!” As Garrick and Dick came up, Curtis had his cue from Rae. A clean breast was the next best thing to a clean get away. “Talk about Kidd and Morgan and Blackbeard!” he exclaimed in anxious disgust. “They were piker pirates! They plundered their pals. I've read. Well, so did this beast—and he carried off a girl, too, a ten million dollar prize!” Garrick shot question after question, “Why, the ‘Bacchante’ was a floating treasure house—the Jewels of the Gerard robbery, the Parr jewels—the stuff from a score of others. There was money, oh, I don’t know how much, the profits of the bootleg scheme, of lootiug wine cel- Five Good Books for Musicians Indianapolis Public Library, St. Clair Square. FREE BOOK SERVICE. “My Life of Song,” by Tetrazzini. “Garaldine Farrar,” by herself. “Edward MacDowell,” by Gilman. “Leschetizky As I Knew Him,” by Newcomb. “Life of Liza Lehman,” by herself. lars all over the Island, of the Inner Cir cle.” Jack swore ns he thought of the massed wealth from which he had been “defrauded.” “Why was the ‘Bacchante’ here?” de manded Garrick. “To take him off: ho came across by car from the Radio Central, ns soon as he got me—damn him!—with the boat Into the open ocean, safe—Professor Vario, of course!” ‘‘Professor Vario!” echoed Dick in amazement. “Yes, Professor Vario, head of the biggest gang of bottleggers, black mailers and dress-suit yeggman I guess you ever heard of. Yeh—Georges was the fellow pulled ’em In; Brock was the roughneck—Rae and I were the decoys— Ruth, Vlra, Glenn and the others were their cover. Damn hts,eyes!” “But —the robberies?” queried Dick. ’’Doesn't it explain the robberies? To amass a small fortune, of course. That guy was born money hungry— and girl crazy! I know his game. He dragged me into his dirty work—fool that I was —then be expected all the time to come along at the right time., posing as a hero to Ruth, rescuing her from me. Then to Bermuda, the Bahamas, Martinique, any where —I don’t know. Only I do know now that Vario intended all along to marry that girl—and get ten millions!” “Explain?” echoed Garrick “It ex plains a lot of things. For Instance, at the Binnacle, what really happened was that you, Jack, double-crossed Vario and tried to get away with Ruth your self, and he caught you. It Just gave him his first chance to play hero, eh?” Curtis nodded sullenly. “And the night of the dictagraph. With his wave me ter, Vario discovered it, found that all his secrets were being spilled In the air, and Jammed in on the dictagraph wave length.” Jack listened as ls it was the clanking of a chair. He was afraid of Garrick. “Then that broadcasted poison pen mes sage. First Vario had allowed you to gpt Ruth Into a dangerous position at the Binnacle from which he rescued her and played hero. Then this elopement story, to compromise her. But he bad you right where he wanted you. How? The bigamy charge, of course.’’ Rae was uow blazing. She might bat tle Jack. No one else could. She would perjure her little soul but she would fight him clear. “Do you know the tslve thing?” Garrick turned to Die* i’hat postcard, about last night at the Radio Central told me something How did my alarm fail? You know, Dick, there’s a switch between the studio room and the actual sending apparatus upstairs—not that switch we saw before us, but another. They use It whenever any one broad casting tries to put over a bit of adver tising or chicanery or if the singer or speaker Is rotten, swing the switch and put on a phonograph or something, A million explanations wlli do, later. The point Is that ha learned that I was there, found out what I was doing and choked it off —thereby betraying him self He has been under cover erer since and this is the first information I’ve had of him all day—althongh, wilthout letting Dick or any one else kjiow of my suspicion, I had private detectives and the police looking for him quietly.' He nodded over toward one of the Astra men with the policeman In the crowd whom Dick had not seen. Then to the man, “How long before we came did you get these people?” “Not ten minutes, sir.” “And the 'Bacchante,’ which way did It head?” “He must have got a motor boat some where; put out to it the minute It hove ir. sight; then sent these people ashore after a fight or something. I should say It headed southeast—by east.” “Come—Dick!” “Just a second, Guy. Whose hat was it, Rae, tha theld the Jewels at Gerard's?” "Mine, of course," Defiantly. “And who was In the tower with the searchlight at Gerard's that night**" "Ruth and Glenn." This was spiteful. “We threatened them. But It was the last time.' “And why were the Walden pearls re turned ?’* "It was bis Idea, Yarlo’s—-to Involve her, tie her up tighter, so she wouldn’t dare . squeal.” ; They jumped Into the motor boat and 'n few minutes later the whirring of the ■propellers and the gorgeous cutting of spray gave them another leap off Into , the air. j "They’ve a twenty-minute start,” I shouted Garrick, adjusting his headgear In the rush of air. “Thank heaven for |the light. What a sunset!’’ 1 Dick flew by his compass in the direc tion of the Astra man had indicated, then | began a scries of ever-widening hori j rental loops. It decreased his direct distance, but It enabled him to cover a j wider range in case Vario had turned the j course of the “Bacchante" when he got [out of sight of land. Fast as the scout [cruiser was, it could' not * compete with j him for speed. Garrick, with his eye glued to a glass with splendid German [lenses, swept the sen. I They had not been flying ten minutes jin this fashion and Dick was conslder ■ lug the turn on the southernmost swing of the loop when Garrick shouted above the rush of air, and pointed ahead, fur ther south. Dick depressed his -ltltude and they swung along until shortly with the naked eye could be made out a boat which was without doubt the "Bacchante,” far out to sea. As they watched, it deliberately turned and headed back, toward them. Garrick trained the glass toward it. , What did It mean ? I “By heaven!’’ he exclaimed. "What’s [that speck between us and him? Can it 'be some one—swimming ? My God—it Is —it is Ruth!" Could it be that Ruth had seen and taken a Inst long chance, that she uad gone overboard, risking everything on a Marathon swim, at that hour, with not a chance in a million of making the shore? As the radloplane came nearer the water and nearer the struggling ewlm mer It became evident that the race be tween the plane and the cruiser was a losing one so rthe cruiser. "Here, Guy, take this plane. I’ll take the radio!” Garrick seized the other of the double set of controls. A moment later he had taxied in spray and was rocking and pitching only a few feet from the swim mer. it wag ticklish business but he maneuvered until he was able to swing about. Fortunately the sea was com paratively calm. As for Ruth, she was still fresh. Her long-distance swim ming counted now in the balance for her life. As Garrick .with a final effort with Dick, dragged her aboard, she almost collapsed in Dicks arms. "Take care of her, Guy for a minute!" Dick turned to his radio apparatus and as he did so Garrick saw that the “Bac chante," long before she was beaten, had turned and was going away at top speed. “There!” Dick swung a switch. A little light gleamed overhead. He swung another. Another signal over head changed. "Go 1” Like a bolt flew the arrangement over head, a long torpedo-Uke affair of aluminum, with wings and pontoons for all the world like the hydroaeroplane on which they were. It was flying, with the buzz of a hornet. Dick pressed a lever. It swung in Its flight "The principle of the thing la that I use Hertzian waves to actuate relays on the rndioplane—that is, I send a child with a message. The grown man, through the relay, so to speak, does the work. So, you see, I can sit here and send my Utlte David anywhere to strike down Gojlath!" In the sunset Vario on the “Bacchante” must have seen It, sensed it, for be knew something of Dick’s work. He changed his course. Instantly Dick pulled a fever and the radiophone changed its course by exactly the same degre. It was like a conscience pursuing. They could not see Vario beside the man at the wheel. He had bis revolver, whether to intimidate the man or not, could n£t be determined. As the hornet swooped straight at him, however, he fired once, twice, three times at It. No marksmanship of Vario’s could stop that thing. He seemed to realize it. For an instant he hesitated, then quickly turned the gun on himself—and fired. As Vario sank to tha deck, Garrick nerved lilmself for the explosion of the radloplane. To his amnzi tnent the little thing circled like a wasp, turned, and started back. “They’ll stand by now,” muttered Dick. "Not a reason In the world then to send tl at little treasure ship to Davy Jones"' It was late and dark when the "Racchante" limped up and cast anchor off the Seaville wireless station, towing Defoe's radloplane and Us mother flying boat. Nlta Walden had been sitting for hours in her car by the beach in front of the station, her eyes glassy, staring over the waters. She was shivering with far. “Will they never coma back? Oh, I’uth, Ruth, Ruth!” Suddenly she saw a slim, dripping figure of a girl running up tha beach. She winked, stared harder. "My Ruth — at !ast!" She pulled the curly head down to her and sobbed, Joyously. “And she’s promised to revise the cere money—and put the word 'obey' back again—only I don’t expect her to do it!” Through her tears and hysterical sobs Nlta Walden saw Dick and Garrick just behind him. She opened her arms and drew Dick toward herself and Ruth. “I supposo I may have th Job of de tective watching tha wedding presents ?*- laughed Garrick. “Really, mother, Guy saved me—yon might say—on wings of wireless!’’ Nlta Walden spread her arms farther, caught Garhk's coat, drew him over, as the tears trickled down her face and planted a kiss on his cheek. Garrick took her arm. "Nlta, for your sake as well as Ruth’s, come into the sta tion. We ought to broadcast the truth. They'll fix up a iittje bite to eat, too— maybe a toast!” Ho glanced over a? Dick, as Ruth struggled away from his Ups. “May I—may I—broadcast our an nouncement, Ituth?” pleaded Dick. Ruth sank back in his arm*. "Tee * • • Dick * • • I'll tell the world!” (The End.) Unusual Folk OKLAHOMA CITY, Okla., June 24. Miss I’crle Dunham seeks a seat in Con gress from Oklahoma City, as successor to Judge F. I*. Swank of Norman. She's running on a straight nationally known, having made many F HBjJI speeches for the Ite ! publican national |p 1 committee during the j last presidential cam i on the back of her Epp|| US/ ; J campaign cards she ■XCs||spPy, hns printed the poem m entitled "Out Where Y> IfllP tie West Begins.” If ’vW§? ~ "It’s the spirit of these verar* that - §,*. caused me so use I them," she explains, k --Besides MISS Dun- Mlss Bonham. ham, Oklahoma has two congressional candidates—Mrs. I.am.ur Looney, formerly a State Senator, and Miss Alice Robert son, who seeks to succeed herself. A THOUGHT FOR TODAY Commit thy way nnto the Lord t trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass. And He shall bring forth thy r ighteo usness as the light, and thy Judgment as the noonday.—l’Ralm 37, S-6. Light is, in reality, more awful than darkness: modesty is more majestic than strength, and there is truer sublimity In the sweet joy of a child or the sweet virtue of •! maiden, than in the strength of Antaeus, or the thunder clouds of Aetna.—John Rukin. By GEORGE McMANU& Ce'YM I By FRED MYERS. Os course, it’s none of our business, as far as that’s concerned, but we do hope Mr. McCormick, to save himself any needless embarrassment, will keep away from the zoological gurdens. * • Governor Small has blamed almost everybody for Ms predicament exfcept Eva Tanguay. • • * "MAI” (From "Eileen” in the Chicago Tribune.) ALL THAT evening Madeline Forest sat on a divan, while Peter stroked her arm. Well, that was all right. Eileen supposed people did these things. Later she found Peter with Madeline in his arms. He was kiss ing her. They did not seem em barrassed. Indeed, Peter seized and kissed her, too. I• • • A paperhanger is advertising for em ployment In the little ads of an Indian apolis newspaper. We’ll have to begin getting down on time. • • The prize for the week's best cartoon. bo far as the Follies Is—or are —con- cerned, is awarded to Mr. John T. Mc- Cutcheon for his “The Unknown Sol dier,” Inviting bids on glands in lieu of the bonus will o’ the wisp. • • • Golf may not breed crooks, as averred by that Minnesota gentleman, but It cer tainly weakens the vision. As witness the case of fho gink who goes out with an old ball he has used for two years and subconsciously swaps It for the first nice, glistening white one he encounters en route. • • OCR GALLEKY OF UNDESIRABLE CITIZENS. Young Oswald Sim* Devotes his days To singing hymns Os his own praise. * • * In other words, the poor Filipino Is to have no more liberty than the rest of us. Confessions of. a Husband BY AMOS TASH. Next V perpetual motion, the foollshest thing in th’ world Is tryin’ t* git along with a woman. Now, take Min, frlnstance. Time an' time agin she's told me she wished I wouldn’t be rich a crab when I'm around folks. I tried t' tell her a good eel depends on th' folks, but she seems t’ think a feller’s gotta go throo life bein 'bored t’ death with a bunch o’ birds an’ birdesses that he don’t keer nothin’ about an’ who, if th’ faeks wuz known, prob’ly keers a dern sight less about him. Th’ trouble Is that we don't see alike, I an’ Min. She’s got her ideers an’ I’ve got mine-—an’ never th’ twain shall meet, as Rud Kipling cr somebuddy wunst cracked. I don’t seem t’ grab th’ bright an’ shining ideer o’ havin’ t’ set around an’ be bereft’ death by some hall-brained coot tryin t’ reelts Gunga Din with motions t‘ match, when I’d ruther be a-settin’ on th’ back porch readin’ th’ Police Gazette. But I’m detourin’. What I started ont t’ say in th’ beginnin’ wuz that life's too short t’ be pestered by a bunch o' these human misprints who are here t' make life fer th' rest o' ns. Now, acin, Min used t' wonder why I never paid no at tention t’ wlmmin. "Loosen up, Amos," she used t 'tell me. “Don't set around with yer teeth In yer mouth an' act like a undertaker's sign. Perk up a little bit an' treat folks like as of they wuz hooman when they come t’ see y'. Now, there wuz Missus Grimes over here th’ other evenin’ an' th’ only time you opened yer trap wuz when y’ c’mmenced talkin' about 5 o'clock bein' a blamed early hour t’ git up. That wuz a fine crack, wnssent It? Why didn't yon call a cop an' have her arrested fer treppassin’ ? Now, I’ll betcha sbe’U never come back.” “Yer too optimistic,” I says. “I don't like that woman an’ I don't mind bein' Interviewed on th' subjeck That woman poses as a highbrow an Dll betcha she don’t know whether Dante was an ac cordion player era race horse. She's gotta plaster paris bust on her piano— which, T might as well any, she's two months behind in her payments on—an’ she couldn’t tell yon whether It’s Doc Mtinyon er Bacon, the Siberian explorer. Gawd gives us our relatives, Min, but we kin still pick out our friends. I’m goln’ down the cellar now an’ spend th' evenin’ watehln' th’ cockroaches race. Goodnight.” (Copyright 1022, by Fred Myers.) Health Department Plans New Survey Bean Creek and Pleasant Run are going to be surveyed by the city health department again. Residents of the south side Who ob ject to unwholesome odors from the streams in the summer year after year have appealed to the health depart ment to clean them up. Year after year a survey has been mt-de. Dr. E. E. Hodgin, president of the hoard said some action would follow the survey this year. State Architects’ Annual Meeting The annual convention of the In diana Society of Architects opened at the Hotel Lincoln today. Current la bor and building problems will/ be d'seussed. A banquet will he held at the University Club in the evening. G. O. Forrey, Jr., vice president of the Fletcher American Company, will speak on "The Financing of Building Projects." JUNE 24,1922. DEMOCRATS BUSY PUTTING K. 0. ON LODGE Party in Bay State Being Urged to Stand Together for Purpose. WHIPPLE HIS OPPONENT BOSTON, June 24. —Medicine men of the Democratic party in Massa chusetts are busy concocting 8 po litical sleeping potion which they hope to administer to Senator Henry Cabot Lodge in the election next November. Pow-wows are the order of the day, and Democrats are being urged to stand together, forget petty quarrels and unite to defeat Senator Lodge. The opposit on on Lodge—and it Is stronger by far this year than ever before—is becoming tangible os the campaign grows. His enemies who have been stalking him in the po litical underbrush, now are coming out into the open field prepared for what they hope will be a killing. But Lodge has not been Senator from Massachusetts for years for noth .ng. H.s following is very strong, and leaders of both parties know that he will poll a heavy vote. It is a foregone conclusion that Lodge will have strong backing from the news papers of the State and the old stand-pat Republicans. DEMOCRATS HOLD TO WHIPPLE. Many Democratic leaders hold that if any one in the party can “di*- Lodge" the Senator, Whipple is tho man. However, Whipple, so far ati his candidacy is, concerned, has been sought after rather than seeking, and it is doubtful whether he would con cent tc “carry on” unless he is as sured of the united support of his party. Candidates have until Aug. 21 to withdraw and much may hap pen before that date. The primaries occur Sept. 12. Republicans here look with a good deal of anxiety on the possibility of former Governor Samuel W. McCall running as an independent Republic an against Lodge. McCall has denied that he will run. Nevertheless both Republicans and Democrats—the for mer anxiously and the latter hope fully—ore watching him, despite his statement that he wont be a “sac rifice candidate.” While Republicans are not afraid of McCall being elected, they fear wear that he might poll enough votes to split the total and give the Demo cratic candidate a winning margin. DISPLEASED WITH LODGE. There is a certain element in his own party that is displeased with Lodge. Asa result there has been a good deal of talk of finding an out standing Republican to oppose him. So far no one has been settled upon. Russell A. Wood, president of the Anti-Lodge Club of Massachusetts, and a group of Lodge’s enemies of the party, recently launched a cam paign to defeat him. Lodge’s vote to seat Senator Newberry was made the issue and the “flying wedge,” as it was termed, plans to carry the cam paign to every city and town in the State. Reports drifting north from Wash ington have it that Lodge will do no active campaigning and that he will allow the Republican organization to do the stumping for him. FIGHT FOR GOVERNOR. The gubernatorial fight bids fair to develop a little war of its own. Governor Channing H. Cox is in the fight for re-election. But Attorney General I. Weston Allen, who grained fame from his war on corrupt public officers, especially the ousting of two district attorneys and the disbarring of several corrupt lawyers, probably will be a candidate on the Republic an ticket. Allen has been assured of strong support and is being urged to run. His supporters say he will be on the ballot. Allen’s particular strength lies in his dogged perseverance in whatever he undertakes. He is ‘not the figure of a popular politician, but his fight against the rings that surrounded corrupt State officials which he suc cessfully prosecuted has led his fol lowers to adopt a slogan of “Alien for honest public service." The outstanding Democratic can didate for Governor is former Mayor John F. Fitzgerald, familiarly known as “Honey Fitz,” who is famous for his rendition of “Sweet Adeline” at political powwows. “Honey Fit*” and his favorite song are traditions .in Democratic history in Massachu setts. TOUGH ON JUSTICE. TEMPLE, Texas, June 24—Rob bers broke into the office of Justice of the Peace Bob Williamson and stole a complete whisky still that police had taken in a raid. AWNINGS Indianapolis Tent & Awning Cos. 447-449 E. Wash. St. registered r. *. patejtt omen