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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
THE BOARD OF PUBLIC SAFETY wants only one Fourth of July
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
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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.
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I'll Tell the World!
Garrick spread the net far and wide
to Intercept the “Bacchante.” Within
a few minutes he had the Radio Central,
the New York police wireless station,
all the big private broadcasting stations,
even Defoe’s apparatus In the boathouse
sending out periodical signals of alarm.
He had turned the radio world veritably
upside down In the search.
Forenoon lengthened Into afternoon.
Dick worked feverishly tuning up his De
foe telautomatic hydroaeroplane.
“This is one of the newest of sciences
—telautomatlcs," ho remarked as Garrick
“Yes. You probably know It by another
name. There Is something weird,
fascinating about the very Idea. I sit
here safely, upstairs, turning switches,
pressing buttons, depressing levers. Ten
miles away a vehicle, an auto, a ship,
an aeroplane, a submarine obeys me!
“It may carry enough of the latest
and most modern explosive that after
war science can Invent, enough ls ex
ploded to rival the worst of earth
quakes. Yet It obeys my will. It goes
where I direct. It. It explodes where
and when I want It. And it wipes off
the face of the earth anything that I
want annihilated. That’s telautomatics!”
Garrick regarded his friend with genu
ine admiration. “I won’t go into my
rßdio-comblnator, my telecommutator,
my audlon relay and all the rest,” went
on Dick. “You see, I have letters on the
keys of the radio combinator —forward,
back, start propeller motor, stop pro
peller motor, rudder right, rudder left,
the angles, light signals forward and
aft, and all the rest. It's really delayed
contact. The machinery Is always ready,
but It delays until the right, selective
Impulse Is given. And I take advantage
of the delay to have the moesage-signal
sepeated back to me, to check up on It.”
It was Nlta Walden In her car with
McKay before the laboratory. “She
called me from Sonthoid; I went over
and met her train on the main line. And
I’ve brought her hero first. Guy, tele
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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
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,
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AND i could dream.
• • •
AS I know you dream.
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OR TOD wouldn't write.
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AS YOU’VE written to me
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FD SIT me down.
AND CLOSE my eyes.
• • •
AND PICTURE a Dad.
• • •
AS I would like
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THAT MINE should look.
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AND THEN I’d call him.
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SIY NICE Dream Dad.
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AND AFTER that.
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WHEN BLUE days came.
• • •
I’D BIT with him.
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AND HE’D say to me.
JUST THE very things.
THAT I should like.
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THAT HE should say.
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AND IF It happened.
• • •
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AND HALTED me.
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UPON MY path.
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I’D LOOK ahead.
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AND THERE I’d sea.
MY GOOD Dream Dad.
• * •
AND HE would smile.
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AS I’D go on.
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AND PAT no heed.
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TO WHAT It was.
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that tempted me.
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THAT’S WHAT I'd do.
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IF I wera you.
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AND HAD no Dad.
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FOR I haTe found.
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MAY COME In dreams.
• • *
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THAN IN what I find.
WHEN I awake.
• • •
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phone to Glenn; I know how anxious
the boy. is.”
“But how? What of Ruth?” queried
"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
“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-,
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
"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
"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
“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
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
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
“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-
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lars all over the Island, of the Inner Cir
cle.” Jack swore ns he thought of the
massed wealth from which he had been
“Why was the ‘Bacchante’ here?” de
“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
“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
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
“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.”
“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
“And why were the Walden pearls re
"It was bis Idea, Yarlo’s—-to Involve her,
tie her up tighter, so she wouldn’t dare
; 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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
“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
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 ?*-
“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!”
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
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
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
By GEORGE McMANU&
Ce'YM I By FRED
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
• • *
(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
OCR GALLEKY OF UNDESIRABLE
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
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.
(Copyright 1022, by Fred Myers.)
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.
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
K. 0. ON LODGE
Party in Bay State Being
Urged to Stand Together
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
Indianapolis Tent & Awning Cos.
447-449 E. Wash. St.
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