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( Abusing the Suspended Sentence
In presenting his argument in a recent liquor case
I before a Cameron county jury District Attorney
George Westervelt took occasion to call attention to
the widespread abuse of the suspended sentence law
and the affect of the law in enticing into the liquor
; traffic hundreds and thousands of Texas youths who
are used as the distributors by the liquor vendors.
The district attorney urged the jurors not to ap
ply the suspended sentence provision in cases where j
It was evidently being invoked for the sole purpose *
of protecting "higher ups." He asserted that it had
become customary for the bootleggers to recruit as
their assistants youths under 25 years of age by as
suring them that in the event they fall into the toils
of the law they can apply for a suspended sentence
and a soft-hearted jury will grant the application.
Very rarely do such youths divulge the identity of
those who employ them. When one receives a sus
pended sentence his usefulness to the bootlegser auto
matically ends and another youth is recruited to take
his place.
That there are times when the suspended sen
tence serves a very useful purpose is evident, but not
to the extent that it is applied in Texas. In Cameron
county juries do not have the habit of regarding vio
lation of the liquor law as an offense to be disre
garded. and the suspended sentence is not granted
every youthful bootlegger who is haled before the
; court and enters a plea of guilty. The records of the
present term would Indicate that if the financial
heads of the liquor traffic in Cameron county are to i
continue in business they cannot rely on youths to
handle the liquor for them.
If the district attorneys of Texas would adopt the
I, method employed by District Attorney Westervelt in
educating the juries relative to the true conditions
and the menace which lurks in indiscriminate grant
ing of suspended sentences, the liquor traffic in the
state would receive a serious setback. However, so
long as the law-fixes the maximum age of sus
pended sentences in liquor cases at 25 years, there
are hundreds of counties in which the abuse of the
law will continue and the financial heads of the
liquor trnffice will continue to recruit youths to
carry on their business, trusting to soft-hearted jury
men to refuse to mete out the punishment which
alone can suppress the traffic.
It is interesting to note that over 75 per cent of
those arraigned on liquor charges in the Cameron
county criminal district court during the present
term claimed to be under 25 years of age. Regard
less of how flagrant their violation of the law may
have been they do not hesitate to apply for sus
pended sentences. The juries, however, have not been
inclined to grant suspensions, and the sentences meted
cut will be a warning to other youths who might bo
tempted to Join forces with the bootlegging and liquor
smuggling elements.
Foreign Ministers and Their Booze
Foreign ministers and their boose are having a
rough road to travel in that stately city on the banks
cf the Potomac, Foreign ministers are immuned
from prosecution for possession of liquors. Their em
bassies occupy holy ground. These ambassadors and
their under secretaries dearly love rare liquor. They
serve it at their banquets and dinners and other func
tions.
Now the Washington police insist that the embas
sies must employ their own private trucks and em
bassy drivers in the transportation .of their liquor
from Baltimore. Baltimore is a port of entry. There
the foreign shins land the liquids supplied for these
haughty representatives cf foreign governments. If
it Is a crime for an American to transport liquor or
to have liquor in his possession, why isn't it criminal
for an alien of high or low degree?
Booze is booze but the embassy booze is said to be
prime old stuff. American citizens who are invited to
embassy dinners and embassy social functions are
said to wet their whistles whenever the opportunity
offers. Of course, an embassy is built on foreign soil,
even under the folds of Old Glory and the laws of
the federal republic do not have Jurisdiction over
foreign territory.
Cross the Canadian border and it is a legitimate
trade. Under Old Glory it is a prohibited trade and
its traffic paves the ways to the nearest penitentiary.
It is a noble experiment just as Herbert Hoover
said it was in his campaign for the presidency and
those who are hacking the experiment promise to
make it real interesting for violators of the pro laws
in the years to come.
Paisb and His Direful
Forebodings
Sir George Paish, “internationally known as Great
British economist.” predicts a world-wide financial
crash in the near future. He is as gloomv as the
gloomy Dean Inge of his own little isle. All the fi
nancial structures of the civilized world are to be
smashed. Unemployment will be found everywhere.
Sir George is a free trader. He believes that the
debts of the world should be paid with the exchange
of products of the world. He would smash all protec
tive tariff barriers. He would usher in universal free
trade and behind all this he believes that the Ameri
can people, or rather th« American government,
should cancel the war debts of the allies.
There is method in the madness of Sir George. As
a propagandist for British commerce and British in
terests. he is a tennotcher. When danger signals are
necessary he Invents them and flies them. When
they are not necessary he keeps his peace and his
tongue is silent.
America is rich and prosperous. American has
most of the gold in the world. America should wipe
out the score and cancel the war debts. Then Bir
George will be happy.
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ANOTHER BLOW TO PEACE
William Fox is out to kill sleeping in moving pic
ture houses. His company has definitely abandoned
the silent movies and will from now on produce only
pictures no customer can avoid merely by closing his
eyes.
The afternoon siesta and the evening nap, which
had become American institutions in the picture
houses of the land, will be things of the past, if Mr.
Fox has his way. He is for keeping the customers
awake through the entire program, the whippet races,
ship-launchings and cornerstone layings included.
Mr. Fox’s motto is “The smile with the VOICE
wins!” His favorite quotation is “Friends, Romans,
countrymen, lend me your ears!”
He thinks the time has come when customers
should be made to sit up throughout the screen en
tertainment and that the day when tired business
men, tongue-lashed husbands and weary workers
could slide into a dark picture house for a nice quiet
snooze has come to an end.
“The picture houses, up to the introduction of
sound pictures, had become havens of rest for the
weary. You could always get a good sleep for from
10 to 75 cents, with no risk of disturbance unless
there was a war scene.
How to break this up had been a matter of con
ference between the picture men and the hotel in
terests for years, but no solution was found until the
“yellies” were perfected. Since the screen entertain
ments "with sound” have been introduced there has
been a gradual falling off of patronage by people
who merely wanted to go to bed for a few hours. A
few who were not easily disturbed have continued to
come in, however, and it remained for Mr. Fox to
come forth and sweep them out at one stroke.
If you see anybody asleep in a Fox picture house
from now on you will know he is either dead or
chloroformed.
Mr. Fox is going in for the “chinema” in a big
way. He has rounded up scores of the best known
legitimate performers on Broadway. Few' gabby ac
tors have escaped and in a few months it is predicted
that the only performers left on Broadway will be
those with larayngitis.
Everybody has been signed up by Mr. Fox except
Harpo Marx. And Marx is expected to throw away
his harp and start talking at any moment.
Students of the situation think, however, that
there is still a big chance for a smart picture house
man to corral a big following. All he has to do is to
announce that he will show silent pictures only. And
give every customer a pillow and pajamas.
• * * *
Madison Square Garden moxing bouts are now be
ing conducted, you might say, on the cash and Carey
system.
* * * *
HOLLYWOOD DIALOGUES
O—Is he a talkative type?
A.—Talkative? He’s so garrulous he's had offers
to appear in a dozen moving pictures!
• * * *
VOTING TIME IN ITALY
Mussolini (after putting the motion)—“All those in
favor, say ‘aye;’ all those opposed, say ‘yes'.”
WASHINGTON, March 23.—It frets Secretary of
the Treasury Andrew W. Mellon to be considered a
hereditary multi-millionaire.
He inherited a paltry few hundreds of thousands
only—less than a million all told. His heritage in
cluded a bank, but by no means the largest one in
the Pittsburgh of that day. As the world's third
richest man Mr. Mellon is his own handiwork.
He has roughed it in his time.
Once he and his brother spent several nights in
their blankets on the Dakota prairie—when it was a
territory—under the stars. They were looking over
some land.
Parting from them. “I fu’st thought you two ga
loots was a coupla eastern dudes," said their guide,
“but yer reg’lar guys, after all."
Mr. Mellon could have plenty of such yarns in
circulation concerning him if he would loosen up and
tell a few more.
Unfortunately he cannot—too shy.
Half a dozen cabinet members already have a
wider acquaintance in Washington than he, after two
cr three weeks in office—and Mr. Mellon is entering
on his ninth year.
Nevertheless, the secretary of the treasury is not
of the aloof, haughty type. True, he is dignified. No
caller with any sense of the fitness of things would
slap him on the back. Still, he is perfectly approach
able. Only somebody else must make the approach.
In matters of human contact it simply is not in Mr.
Mellon to take the initiative.
Very well, then. Let’s introduce ourselves. “The
greatest secretary of the treasury since Alexander
Hamilton''—as some say he is and others emphatic
ally deny—is worth meeting, at any rate.
Of course, it must be done diplomatically.
However, the occasion is auspicious. On March
24 Mr. Mellon celebrates his 74th birthday. We will
congratulate him on his anniversary.
He sits behind his desk in the treasury building,
smoking a cigaret—the portrait of some long past
secretary, in wig and ruffles, on the wall back of him.
Usually described as a little man. he is no mid
get—5 feet 8 or 9. Thin, to be sure.
Acknowledging our congratulations, we notice that
he stammers slightly.
He looks his age—but healthy.
Formerly he played golf. Now the only exercise
he gets is walking, but he does a good deal of that.
He can walk rapidly and far.
On a recent trip he took to Europe, as he was trav
eling through Switzerland, his auto broke down. The
spot was 12 miles from anywhere. There was a small
mountain to cross, too. Mr. Mellon hiked it, moun
tain and all—said he enjoyed it and showed no signs
of weariness. Pretty good for 70-odd.
His assistants evidently like him. So do other
folk, who have succeeded in establishing relations
with him.
His asasistants evidently like him. So do other
folk, who have succeeded in establishing relations
with him.
All accounts indicate that he is particularly ac
commodating.
Every public man of much consequence gets stacks
of requests in every mail for weird favors of all sorts
—trifles, generally, but a pest. They go into the dis
card in most government offices, as impossible to
bother with. Mr. Mellon makes a point of examining
his—and complying with them if he can.
One little girl, cast for the role of secretary of
the treasury in a maasquerade .asked him for a pair
of gloves, to give the stunt verisimilitude. Secretary
Mellon sent her quite a complete outfit of haber
dashery.
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A LOVE AND
MYSTERY STORY
By J.Jefferson Farjeon Copyright, 192?, by Central Prei* Aisociation. Inf. I
READ THIS FIRST:
The plot concerns some weird
noises that no one can fathom. They
are underground sounds, and they
come from beneath a supposedly
haunted house, near th« sea. One
day a young, romantic clerk, named
Brown — just plain Brown — ate
lunch in a King’s Cross restaurant.
As he wras leaving, he overheard
one of two hard-looking individuals
say: “After her! And—if she's
troublesome—don't be particular
what you do to her!” Brown got a
brief look at the girl, but that con
vinced him she was the most beau
tiful girl he had ever seen. He de
cides to follow the girl and warn
her. He trails the girl to the rail
way station and spends almost all
of his pay for a ticket to her des
tination. He boards the train as
it is moving out of the station.
(NOW CO ON WITH THE STORY)
CHAPTER II
Matters had moved with such
dizzy speed that, until now, there
had been no moment for sober re
flection. Only half a dozen min
utes had elapsed since Brown had
jumped up from the table in his
restaurant, and those six minutes
had contained more than usually
came to Brow’n in a month. Far
more. In fact, it began to dawjn on
the modest little clerk that they
had contained more than he had
previously experienced in the whole
of his twenty-four years of life.
But sober reflection came to him
now’—when it w:as too late to re
tract. No. 3 platform of King's
Cross station was slipping back
wards, to become a confused mem
ory in this strange new reality, and
Brown had a weird feeling that he
was becoming detached from him
self. and that the Brown who had
eaten the poached egg—who had
been going to play in a tennis
match that afternoon, was already
very far aw^ay. Yes. this, surely,
was a new Erowm! Not a very he
roic one, certainly, or a confident
one, but a Brown, who, finding the
die cast, was deciding to abide by
the throw.
For that attitude wras the result
of Brown’s sober reflection as the
powerful engine snorted and steam
ed northw’ard. “I dessay I am a
fool.” he thought, "but p’r’liaps it’s
better to be a whole foci than half
a fool.” Anyway, he was in it now;,
and the only thing wras to adopt the
Britling policy of seeing it through.
“Yes. but if I’m going to see it
through. I got to keen my wits.” he
argued to himself. “I got to keep
mv wits.” he argued to himself. “I
got to act quick, and I got to get
back tonight, if I can.”
His practiced fingers sought his
pocket, and counted the wrealth
there. He know it must be over ten
dollars—he had been unusually sav
ing all the w’eek—and he found it
w’as eleven dollars and four cents
above the return fare, assuming he
completed the journey. H’m! Not
a great deal to cover accidents!
“Well, there mustn't be any acci
dents.” decided Brown. “I must just
find the girl, get a word to her
somehow, find out if there’s any
thing else I can do—and then hop
it back as soon as I can.”
Towards this end he began to
walk enginewards along the corri
dor into which he had leapt as the
train had started.
From this moment, Brown’s de
termination never wavered. The
girl sitting in the far corner of the
fourth carriage, with her back to
the engine, was the girl he dreamed
about, the inaccesibie gold that
threaded through all his secret fan
cies. She was the heroine of all
the books he read. (Authors dupe
themselves if they imagine they al
ways plant their own pictures in
their readers’ minds.) She was the
girl w’ho applauded all his imagined
exploits, to whom he had proposed,
just before going to sleep, on count
less occasions and in countless ways,
whom he had saved from fires, from
wrecks, from mad dogs, and from
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<fBe careful!” the girl cried
run-away horses. And here she
was, in the living flesh, with real
danger threatening her, and only
Erown between!
Strictly speaking, he was not be
tween her and the danger yet. The
danger sat opposite, in the form of
five-foot-two of unsavory manhood
in a loud check suit.
There was one other occupant of
the compartment, an elderly, black
gowned dame, surrounded by par
cels. Brown thanked heaven for
her existence, for had she not been
present, who could say what might
not have happened in that com
partment in the last two minutes?
The elderly lady was sitting on
the same side as the little man.
Brown, praying devoutly that he
was not looking as red as he felt,
took the seat opposite the elderly
lady. Thus he was on the same
side as the pretty girl, albeit sep
arated from her by an appreciable
space. The little man was omi
nously closer.
Still, Brown could watch the little
man carefully from his position, and
this he proceeded to do. His en
trance ha\’ created some small psy
chological disturbance. The elderly
dame looked at him rather suspi
ciously (for he had selected the com
partment late in the journey). The
little man frowned slightly. The girl
turned her head a little, betraying
vague curiosity. But nothing def
inite materialized, which Brown at
tributed to the fact that he kept
very quiet; and a few seconds after
his entry he had been tacitly ac
cepted and—he hoped—forgotten.
So far, so good. What next?
Brown found himself in the discon
certing position of a man burning
to do something, yet having nothing
to do. What was even more dis
concerting, he did not know in the
least what kind of a thing he wrould
eventually be called upon to do.
Would the little man suddenly whip
out a knife, plunge it into the
breast of his vis-a-vis, and jump
out of the cariage window? As this
appalling thought came into Brown’s
mind, he drew an inch or two far
ther from the woodwork between
him and the corridor, and nearer
the girl. Or would the little man
act more deliberately and subtly?
Offer her a drugged cigarette, per
haps? Yes—things like that—they
would have to be watched for! Or.
more likely still, he would w'ait until
he got the girl quite alone. Har.g
on her heels until that happened,
and then . . .
Well, it wouldn’t happen! Brown
would hang on her heels, too! He’d
hang on until Doomsday—or until
he had seen her safely housed some
where or other. Where? And would
she ever be safe, unless she received
some definite warning of her dan
ger? He tried to think of some
method cf warning her. Perhaps
he could write a message, or some
thing . . .
He opened his eyes. He was not
in a dentist’s chair. He was in a
train. There was the wonderful
girl. And there was the evil little
man. And there, her head sunk
a little forward, was the elderly
dame, surrounded by one less par
cel. The one less parcel was on the
floor.
Brown’s forhead was slightly
damp. He wondered how long he
had been asleep. He glanced to
wards the girl, and noticed that her
head, also, was sunk a little for
ward. He wondered whether she
were dead! Quiet panic seized him.
He had to do something. The only
thing he could think of was to pick
up the parcel.
He bent down, noisily.
“Is this yours?” he asked, in an
unnaturally loud voice.
The elderly dame raised her head
suddenly and indignantly.
“Gracious, how you made me
start!” she exclaimed. “Yes, it’s
mine. It must have— Thank you.”
The girl stirred, too. Brown was
satisfied. He swore he would not go
to sleep again. He felt that the
World of Respectability had a right
to place him against a wall and
shoot him.
The incident of the parcel ap
peared to have a revivifying effect.
The little man stretched himself,
and brought his right leg forward a
little. Brown found himself watch
ing it ridiculously.
“She’s makin’ good time.” ob
served the little man. to anybody
who liked to hear. # Apparently, no
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body liked to hear. The little man ]
was not perturbed, however. Tak- !
ing a package of cigarettes from his
pocket, he extracted one slowly, and
then looked directly at the girl.
“Mind if I smoke, miss?” he asked,
civilly enough.
“Not at all,” replied the girl, and
Brown's soul became illuminated at
her voice.
The girl looked towards the elder
ly dame.
‘I do mind,” snorted the elderly
dame.
Brown got a brain-wave.
“There’s a smoker next door.” he
hinted to the little man.
But the little man shoow his head.
He preferred his company to his
cigarette, and the cigarette went
quietly back into its packet.
“That’s all right,’ he said. “I ain’t
pertickler.”
The next moment Brown’s heart
gave a bound. Something very ordi
nary was happening, yet to his un
balanced mind it appeared colossal.
The train was slowing down.
“Here’s my chance!” he thought.
“If we stop, I’m going to do some
thing. Somehow’!”
The train did stop. Brown rose,
without a plan, but the plan took
vage shape as he walked to the
compartment door. He reached the
door, and was now standing be
tween the girl and the little man.
Nobody else moved.
“Gettin’ out here?” queried the
little man, as Brown paused.
“No—I don’t think so,” answered
Browm.
The reply was ridiculous. A man
knows whether he is getting out at
a station or not. But Brown’s plan
had not become clear, and it ap
peared so simple, despite its crude
daringness, that he hardly minded
w’hat haopened during the few s:c
onds before Its exeention.
He stood motionles for a few in
stants. then lowered the w’indow.
“Where’s a paper boy,’ he mut
tered, audibly.
He felt that the little man was
watching him, but that might have
been mere imagination. The little
man could not possibly know v.hat
was in his mind.
“Where is that paper boy?" re
peated Brown. •
He poked his head out. No paper
boy was in sight. The guard was re
turning to his van. and the train
would soon be off again.
“I’ve got to judge this nicely,”
thought Brown. “If I do it too soon
it'll be no good—or if I do it to late.
Now, then—keep steady!”
He glued his eyes on the guard,
reading the signs. The guard raised
his hand.
“Now’!” gasped Brown to himself.
But aloud he shouted, “There he
is—I can just catch him! Hi! Boy!”
He threw open the door suddenly.
He heard the girl cry. “Be careful!”
■find he thanked her tacitly for the
warning. But he wasn't in the mood
to be careful—of himself, that was.
He swung the door wide, as the
train began to move, made a for
ward movement, then a backward
one, tottered against the side, and
appeared to lose his head. His hand
went out wildly. . It caught the
shoulder of the little man. who was
bending forward with interest. The
next moment, before he knew it. the
little man was lurching out of the
compartment on the platform,
wildly gripped by Brown.
The train increased its speed. The
handle of the door above them slid
au’ay . . . smaller and smaller . . .
now out of sight. Other doors sw’ung
by, above the heads of the spraw’l
ing couple.
“Got him!” thought Brown, hys
terically.
Then something hit him. He be
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Who am I? What is my
band's position? How many
dren have I?
What was the real name of Sir'
Henry Irving, the celebrated Eng
lish actor?
What was Thomas Jonathan
Jackson usually called?
‘•Put on the whole armour of
God. that ye may be able to stand
against the wiles of the devil.”
Where is this passage found in the
Bible?
Today’s Horoscope
Persons born on this day are
good all-arcund individuals. They
do many things quite well, but are
not exnerts in any line. They are
fond of music, but are not musi
cians themselves.
Star Lore
Locating the 20 Brightest Stars
By Arthur DeV. Carpenter
Of all the 20 brightest stars be
held in the evening skies, 15 or
them are seen from northern lati
tudes, and five more from near or
south of the equator. All are eith
er as bright or brighter than the
first magnitude. The star Sirius is
the most outstanding of all, being
3.8 light years distant. Canopus in
the far south, not seen from the
more northerly latutudes, is next in
brightness, and is 652 lignt years
away. These 20 brightest stars may
all be found easily in the heavens,
in the course of a year, with the
aid of a simple star map.
(More Tomorrow)
Answers to Foregoing Questions
1. Signora Edda Mussolini; pre
mier of Italy; four.
2. John Brodribb.
3. Stonewall Jackson.
4. Ephesians, vi, 11.
lieved at first that it was some por
tion of the passing train, but it was
not. It was the fist of the little
man. Was it the blow—or was it
because he now found himself
alone, and the little man was grow
ing littler and littler on the plat
form of the departing train?
(TO BE CONTINUED
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