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The Market Problem
Fertile acres of Valley soil produce abundantly
and water pumped from the Rio Grande and carried
to fields make a regular crop almost certain
Fruit and vegetables can be grown one year with
another.
The quality of Valley crops average high, although
there is room for improvement in pack and grade.
Quantity and quality production are easy.
The real problem is to sell the output of the lands
at a profit.
The marketing problem has been discussed at great
length in the past five years but little has been
done to effectively solve it.
The situation is so complicated that a new angle
of it can be turned up at every point of contact.
Some few outstanding facts can be pointed out to
guide the way to a start toward a solution:
Organization is necessary.
Efficient management of the organization is nec
essary.
Confidence in the management on the part of the
growers is necessary.
A willingness to co-operate on the part of the
membership is necesary.
Sound financing is necessary.
Marketing conditions in the Lower Rio Grande
Valley must be improved if this section ever is to
become the agricultural empire it is capable of be
coming.
Overproduction of crops must be prevented. Plant
ing of vegetables at the wrong *»ason must be stop
ped. Freight rates must be improved.
All these and a thousand other' smaller problems
are mere details which can be handled once the
organization is working.
To properly organize an experienced co-operative
operator will be needed. The services of this man
will come high. It is proper that they should. He
has a commodity of which there is not an oversupply
—training as a manager of successful co-operative or
ganizations.
This man would cost $10,000 per year, or probably
more. Until the organization is willing to pay that
type of man there is little prospect of success for
organization.
This should be the major expense of the organi
zation, though not the only expense. The matter
of financing would be one of the big "little ’ prob
lems. An efficient man of the right type at the
head of the organization probably would save his
•alary by reducing operating expense.
After the organization is perfected there must be
some way to make it hold together for a sufficient
period to receive a real test.
It probably would not make any headway for one
year, possibly not for two. Any apparent profit
earned by it in that period for its members likely
would be the result of iinusual market conditions.
And after it did begin to function properly it
would not be able to sell $6 per ton cabbage for $50
per ton. nor would it be able to reduce the spread |
from producer to sonsumer to any considerable ex- j
tent.
An efficient organization would be able to get
•all there is to get” out of each crop. It could do
no more. But that would be sufficient to place truck
farming and citrus growing in the Lower Rio Grande
Valley on a highly profitable basis for good farmers.
The farmer who is a failure will be a failure in
or out of an organization.
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Aimed at the Big Bootlegger#
A high authority reiterates that the Jones-Stalker
law is' aimed at the; big bootlegger. Mrs. Ella A.
Boole is president of the National Woman’s Temper
ance Union.
She has let it be know that the law was enacted
to stop the law violation of the commercial bootleg
gers “who had no fear of the small penalty of the
Volstead act.” and that the government at Washing
ton “has made it clear that the increased penalties
te for the big bootleggers.”
This should make it interesting to the big boot
leggers. They are said to be very numerous the coun
try over.
Are the Element# Angry?
Cyclones and tornadoes and floods, the country
over, are taking a large toll of human life and inflict
ing immense property damage. Hail storms and wind
storms and rain storms are of daily occurrence the
country over.
Rivers out of their banks in the valleys of the
smith are reminders to the tillers of the soil that crop
planting and crop growing is a gamble.
Life is just one blamed thing after another for
American wealth makers who dwell in the rural re
gions and it is just one blamed thing after another
for millions who live in the cities and the towns,
never overlooking the great industrial centers.
This thing called life is not a monotonous affair.
It has Its tribulations as well as its thrills.
—
Breaking Strikes in North
Carolina
Textile operatives went on strike in a North Caro
lina industrial ©enter. They established headquarters
In a frame building. They established relief head
quarters in a second frapie building.
Masked men destroyed the frame buildings, mal
treated the strikers and terrorized their families. This
Mads like a New England tale written in the labor
districts of Massachusetts 30 years ago. Now the
toldiers are on guard but the maskers haven’t been
Captured.
These strikers are of the proud old Anglo Saxon
families. Are the maskers of the crowd proud old
j#ngli Saxon families? - ^ i
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MR. SINCLAIR’S PLIGHT
Harry Sinclair, oil magnate, will soon begin to
serve a ninety-day jail term. He ran out of gas when
summoned to testify before a senate committee.
The oil man will have to occupy a small cell,
sleep in a prison cot and eat prison food. He hasn't
seen any chow like that since he was a prospector.
Sinclair started life in his father’s drug store. He
used to be a soda clerk. Early in life he moved to
Independence, Kansas, where he played the tuba in
McCray’s band. But he saw no future. He looked
up the statistics and found no tuba player had ever
become a millionaire and that only one out of every
400.000 soda water clerks ever made enough money
to have places at Great Neck, Newport and Palm
Beach.
So he struck out for Oklahoma. There he went
rabbit hunting and it was rabbit hunting that set
him on the path to riches. On one of the hunts he
shot himself through the foot. This satisfied him
and his companions that he was not cut out for a
successful career as a big rabbit pelt and hassenpfef
fer man.
Mr. Sinclair, always a keen man, closed under the
head of rabbit hunting and opened under the head of
new business. He collected $5,000 in accident insur
ance, threw away his rabbit gun and set out on the
golden trail, with no idea there would be a hoosegow
at the end of it.
He put the $5,000 in an oil lease and struck a
gusher. He was so encouraged by this turn in luck
that he wanted to shoot himself in the other foot.
From that day to this he has always felt that
rabbits were lucky.
At any rate he rapidly became an oil king and
millionaire lubricating mogul.
Everything went well until he met ex-Secretary
Fall. He has always contended that he first saw
Fall from behind and thought he was another rabbit.
Certainly when Mr. Sinclair saw Mr. Fall he got
something much more serious than a foot wound.
Teapot Dome was the beginning of his adversi
ties and, while rabbits may have been the cream in
his coffee, Secretary Fall was the thumb in his tea.
One bad break followed another and now Mr.
Sinclair must- go to jail for the summer. He will
have memories there. There will be times when he
will think it would have been better had he never left
the drug business. And there will be others when he
will think a tuba player’s career has it all over an
oil man's.
And—who knows?—he may regret he ever went
rabbit hunting.
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NO TACT, NO TACT
Husband fdisturbed by his wife's restlessness and
pacing the floor): Why on earth don’t you go to
sleep?
Wife: I can’t.
Husband: Why don’t you try counting sheep?
Wife: I have, but look what you're doing to make
it impossible.
Husband: What am I doing?
Wife: You’re walking in my sheep!
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SHIPPING NEWS
The Paris went around again, it seems. Once more
and she may be towed away for violating the no
parking laws.
• • • *
Dr. Doran, federal prohibition commissioner, is to
investigate the grape juice industry in California.
Ah. but how about the orange juice industry? The
part played by grape juice in the modern party is
nil. but what would it do without the orange?
L<bU®\r;
By HERBERT €. PLUMMER
WASHINGTON, April 27.—The house of repre
sentatives never is more delighted than when oppor
tunity is afforded Nick Longworth and Jack Garner
to engage publicly in a lovefest.
For the w-arm friendship that has existed between
the republican speaker and the democratic floor
leader for more than a quarter of a century is re
spected and admired by every member of the lower
house.
They are cronies in the truest sense of the word.
Although they subscribe to different political faiths
and have frequently clashed on the floor* nevertheless
their friendship never has been threatnd. It is not
uncommon to see them—even after the most heated
tilts—stroll arm in arm out of the house chamber
down the corridors of the capitol.
• * * • •
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GENTLE WORDS
So.. at the opening of the special session, after
Longworth had defeated Gamer 254 to 143 for the
speakership and the fiery democrat had been chosen
to present the new speaker to the house, every mem
ber settled comfortably in his seat.
They knew nice words were in the offing.
Garner started by saying that it was a distinct
privilege as well as a real pleasure in this instance
to present the speaker-elect of the sevnty-first con
gress. Then he became more informal and personal.
"It so happens that we came to Washington as
representatives at the same time. We have been
associated together on committees as well as in the
house for the past quarter of a century.
"He certainly has been one of the most impartial
and fair presiding officers that has ever occupied this
exalted position. He is beloved by the entire mem
bership regardless of party affiliation.”
And then, as the house broke into prolonged ap
plause. Garner presented "a great statesman, a real
outstanding American. Nicholas Longworth of Ohio.”
* * * *
AND GENTLER WORDS
After a bow and a warm handclasp to Garner it
was Longworth’s turn.
Turning to the house he said that he had just
been presented by a man who received the unanimous
vote of his party for speaker, there by carrying with
it as a necessary incident his elevation to the leader
ship of the democratic party in the house.
“I congratulate you members seated upon the east
side of the aisle upon the wisdom of your choice. The
gentleman from Texas and I entered congress 56
years ago . '
"That he is a better man than I. in the estimation
of his constituents, is made clear by the fact that his
service has been coninuous. Mine was interrupted by
a vacation of two years, by no means on my own
motion.”
The speaker concluded his tribute by saying that
Senator Foraker of Ohio once coined a phrase exem
plifying the activities and future of his party. It
was: "Vim. Vigor.* Victory." Then turning to the
democratic side he said:
"Under the leadership of the gentleman from Tex
as I formally guarantee to you the first tw-o."
Babe Ruth's new wife took him. of course, for
BATTER or worse.
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from Mr. Ripley, in care of this paper.
UNDERGROUND MYSTERY STORyI
Bv 'J.Jefferson Farjeon CapnifhL 1929. by Central Pm AneeUtiao, lne.
READ THIS FIRST*:
The plot concerns some weird
underground noises beneath a sup
posedly haunted house in Byford
Moor. One day Brown, a roman
tic young clerk, overhears a rough
looking man say to another: “Aft
er her! And—if she's troublesome
—don’t be particular what you do
to her!” Brown trails the girl,
whose name is Joscelyn, to the
house. He disappears. Charile,
one of his companions, follows
Simon Brill, who is under suspi
cion. to a professor's house, known
as Moor View'. He meets the pro
fessor’s daughter. Celia.
(Now Go On With the Story)
CHAPTER XXVII
Charlie had not been in the gar
den of Moor View for more than
half an hour, but much had hap
pened to him in that time, and
his mind was chaotic with new ex
periences and responsibilities as he
pulled his uninjured bicycle out of
the ditch.
We love our dreams, and talk
over them, and sigh over them, it
is only the attainable reality that
fills us with active fire, however.
To Charlie Carfax. Joscelyn was
the dream, and Celia the reality;
while Joscelyn could merely tan
talize him. Celia might—who knew?
—do more! Possibly it was merely
her need that had formed the ba- ;
sis of their companionship in the
garden. Charlie admitted this
soberly, fearful lest he should cheat
himself. But something instinctive
ly sympathetic had passed be
tween them from the moment she
had run into get him a drink; and
the conversation that had followed,
culminating in their definite ges
ture of trust, had further estab
lished their harmony.
‘ I’ll get her out of this, some
how.” he thought. “And I hope,
before I’ve done with Mr. Simon
Brill, I'll have the pleasure of
shoving him into a ditch!”
He glanced at his wrist watch.
The watch told him that it was ten
minutes to eleven, and the wrist
told him that the said wrist might
have some difficulty in persuading
a wiry old gentleman to enter a
ditch.
"No more sweets for you. Char
lie. my lad,” he decided. “No more
cakes and pastries. Lentils and nut
cutlets in the future!”
The uninjured bicycle was now in
the road, waiting submissively to be
mounted. If bicycles possessed
souls, this one must have longed
to return t^> its shop. Chaflie gave
it a few moments’ respite before
mounting, while he glanced back at
the gate. He half expected to see
Simon Brill coming after him, pos
sibly with fire issuing from his
mouth. Simon Brill did not ap
pear, however. He had a far more
important matter to attend to at
Moor View before he passed out
through that gate, and in happy
ignroance of this fact. Charlie
mounted the groaning bicycle, and
began to pedal away.
He had completed about half the
journey when an approaching car
slackened speed, and the driver
hailed him.
*“Hallo!” cried the driver. “All
safe?”
“As safe as great stoutness can
be on a bicycle.” replied Charlie.
“Can you give me a tow, Rupert?”
“Don't be a slacker!” retorted
Rupert. “Let’s hear your news.
Will you shoot it out here, or shall
w’e get back to the inn?”
“Let's get back to the stag that
is yellow,” replied Charlie.
It was a casual decision, with ap
parently nothing depending on it.
But it cost a girl her safety, and a
man his life.
“Right,” said Rupert. “Go on.
I’ll turn and catch you up.”
“Would you like me to take the
car, and you take the bicycle?" sug
gested Charlie.
The only reply he received was a
businesslike hoot.
They were back at the inn in
ten minutes, with the bicycle re
stored to its shop, and the car
standing outside under the inn
sign. Rupert led Charlie to the
summer house in the back garden,
and then barked:
“Well?”
“There’s not an awful lot to tell,”
replied Charlie, “but there'll be
more in a few minutes. You’ve had
my story up to the time I got back
to the inn, and just before I went
to Moor View, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I received your note—that’s
why I went after you,” said Rup
ert. “As soon as I returned to the
hotel, the maid and the innkeeper
pounced upon me and pointed to
your envelope in the hall.”
“Yes. I told ’em I'd flay them
alive if they didn’t,” grinned
Charlie. “Where were you, all that
time?”
“Yours first,” answered Rupert.
"Mine’ll follow.”
Charlie related his experiences.
The recital was almost meticulous
in its detail, and even some of the
emotion crept in.
“She's—she’s pretty good, that
girl,” said Charlie, as he concluded.
“We’ve just got to look after her,
you know.”
“Obviously,” agreed Rupert,
thoughtfully.
“You’ve never seen such golden
hair—”
“Yes, I believe I have,” inter
posed Rupert, suddenly. “I came
upon a girl before breakfast, on
my way back from Coomber House,
and though I only saw her for an
instant, I’m certain it was Miss
Cunningham.”
“You never told me!” exclaimed
Charlie, reproachfully.
"Why should I have told you?
Have you told me of every person
you have passed? There was no
reason to think any more about
her—then. She’cL been crying—”
"What?” roared Charlie, now
genuinely indignant. “You mean
to say—you’re telling me that she
was crying, and you didn't think It
important, or—or do anything?”
"Cool down, Charlie,” replied
Rupert. “Miss Cunningham isn't a
little girl of eight, whom any
stranger has a right to console
with a bag of sweets! And. any
way, in about a dozen minutes
you’re going to hear why she was
crying, aren’t you?”
"You bet I am,” said Charlie.
“Well, what about yourself. Have
you anything to report?”
“I have,” nodded Rupert. "I
agree with you emphatically about
Simon Brill. He’s a bad hat. I've
been messing about all the morn
ing over those finger prints.”
“Finger prints?”
“Yes—the ones on the driving
wheels of the old car. I got some
beautiful impressions of the thief’s
thumbs, with white chalk, and
while I was at the local photo
grapher’s arranging to have them
rendered permanent—you see, I
wanted to compare them with oth
ers I hoped to get hold of—who
should luck bring along but the
very fellow I most wanted to see.”
“Brown?” inquired Charlie, inno
cently.
"Dolt! No! Brill!”
“I expect he was on his way to
Moor View.”
“Yes. and probably it was be
cause I called him into the shop
that you didn't encounter him on
the road.”
“What on earth did you call him
in for?” demanded Charlie. “Did
you say to him: 'I’ve got some
rather nice thumb prints this mom
ing. Would you like to see if they
fit you?’ ”
“Well, I didn’t put it quite like
that,” responded Rupert, smiling.
“Instead, I held out my pocket
case, and said I’d found it on the
floor of the hotel. ‘Is it yours?’ I
asked. To my surprise, he fell for
it beautifully. He took the thing,
looked at it, handed it back, and
said it wasn't. Then I offered him
a cigarette—during which time I
expect you passed by on your bi
cycle—and a few moments later he
was following in your tracks. All
fits like a jig saw, doesn't it?”
“Out came the chalk again, and
on to that letter case it was
sprinkled. That's a proverb that
tells you—rather unnecessarily—
that chalk is like chalk. Well, this
chalk didn’t deny it. I’m not an
expert, but neither I nor the photo
grapher—who, by the way, thinks
I am a detective, and is sworn to
the utmost secrecy—can see any
difference between the thumb im
pressions on the driving wheel and
the thumb* impressions on the let
ter case. He's making prints of
them now—just for reference, in
case they're wanted. But I don’t
need them to satisfy me.”
“By Jove,” murmured Charlie,
gazing out of the summer house on
to the lawn, where a sparrow was
hopping contentedly as though all
were right with the world. “That
means that old Simon Brill took
our car last night himself."
“Of course.”
“And then left it by the old mine
hill.”
“Yes.”
“And then , came back and told
us where it was.”
“Yes. Go on.”
“No—you mean, go back!” ex
claimed Charlie, excitedly. ‘The
fellow who took that car was the
fellow old Dirty Face saw come out
of Coomber House just before we
did. That means old Brill was in
the house when we were—although
he said nothing about it! It means
that he was probably the chap u’ho
knocked Brown down—my hat, Ru
pert, where are we getting?”
“We seem to be getting to Si
mon Brill,” replied Rupert, grim
ly, “so the real point is—where Is
Simon Brill getting? If our sup
positions are right,” he went on,
“what have we got against the
wicked old fellow? In fact, have
we any right to call him wicked?
I think we have. Firstly, he knocks
Brown down. Secondly, he steals
a car. Thirdly, he comes back and
lies about it. Fourthly, he is over
heard telling the chap in the check
suit—Pip, did you say his name
was?—to 'bring off a little job’ of
which Miss Marlowe is apparently
to be the victim. Fifthly, he is
overheard to say that he's got a
little job of his own on at Moor
View. Miss Cunningham's attitude
lends color to this, and I’m hoping
in a few minutes that you’ll know
more on that particular subject—”
“Yes, yes. I must be off!” ex
claimed Charlie, suddenly.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Health and Right Living
BY ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
Former Commissioner of Health,
It is unfortunate that many per
sons fill their stomachs, satisfy
their hunger and grow fat per
haps, but still are neglecting to
get all the food they really need.
Far too often we act as if quantity
were the only factor to be con
sidered.
Let us think about this for a
moment. What would you think
of the owner of an automobile
who never bought oil for his car,
but stopped at the filling station
twice a day to get gasoline? You
know the machine would rebel very
quickly.
Perhaps you remonstrate with ;
him and. to “even things up,” he
quits buying gasoline but fills the
oil tanks two or three times a
day. Of course, the car won’t run
long.
The fact is that there must be a
proper proportion of oil and gaso
line. Both are essential to the
continued operation of the car. It
is necessary, too, to add water to
the batteries. There must be some
of this, that and the other and
enough of each of the essentials.
If it is true of a mechanical de
vice that it must have the right
quantity of several “foods,” it is
plain that the human machine
must have an unfailing supply of
every single food that each indi
vidual cell and fibre and organ re
•quires. Without such a supply
there will be trouble. Sooner or
later there wall be uncomfortable
symptoms.
Perhaps I can Illustrate what I
have in mind by speaking about
goiter. You know what that is—
"thick neck- It is sometimes call
ed. In the neck, on each side of
the “Adam’s apple,” are the parts
of what is called the “thyroid
gland.” When this gets out of or
der, there may be enlargement of
the organ and disturbance in the
normal generation of its juices
Since this secretion has an import
ant part to play in mental and
physical activity, unless this or
gan operates normally, the afflict
ed individual is in danger.
It has been found that the ab
sence of iodine may produce goi
ter- J* we do not take the foods
w-hlch carry iodine and get that
element in sufficient quantity, the
trouble develops.
. is interesting that in coun
tries or localities remote from the
sea, goter is much more likely to
occur. This fact drew attention to
the use of fish as a possible means
of escaping the disease. A chemi
cal analysis of several varieties of
fish revealed that iodine is found
m sea fish and not in fish from
fresh water.
tests were made to find out
Jf canning or preserving the fish
altered the iodine content. This
was important, because it is not
easy, even with modern methods of
refrigeration, to get .,alt water fish
to these sections where goiter is
prevalent.
It was found, fortunately, that
the preservative processes do not
destroy the iodine. Among the
sources of iodine supply, therefore,
we have in the eating of sea fish,
one way to help overcome the dan
gers of goiter.
ANSWERS TO HEALTH
QUERIES
M. C. Q—What causes loss of
appetite, taste and smell?
A. May be due to nasal catarrh.
HOST TO SHRINERS
GALVESTON. April 27.—(/P)—This
city will be host to several hundred
r^rs in when members of
Aladdin Temple of Columbus, Ohio,
stop over a day and a night enrout’e
to Los Angeles for the fifty-sixth
annual imperial council. Abba
temple of Mobile may also visit in
Galveston at that time.
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For further particulars send self
addressed. stamped envelope and
repeat your question.
L. R. B. Q.—What causes sores
on the lips?
A.—May be canker stores, caused
by acid in the system. Correct
your diet and avoid poor elimina
tion.
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Who am I? What Is my profes
sion? Who recently conducted a
case against me?
Where Is the chief naval station
of .Germany?
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Approximately what is the distance
between the sun and the moon?
“Jesus said unto her. I am the
resurrection, and the life; he that
believeth in me, though he were
dead, yet shall he live.” Where is
this passage found in the Bible?
Today’s Horoscope
Persons bom on this day are apt
to make sudden and expected
changes. A thing which pleases
them today will offend them tomor
row.
Horoscope for Sunday
Persons bom on this day are cap
able of great sacrifice. They can lie
very quiet both about their affairs
and those of others.
Accounting for the Weight of tt
Heaviest Known Substance
By Arthur D. Carpenter
When a sphere of matter •
inches in diameter weighs 1'
as does the material compo
star that is the compa
Sirius, there must be an
tion: The atoms in a h
star finally becomes s*
their outer planetary ele** ./ I
the weight of an atom rt .chief
ly in its nucleus, so the ijferfioval of
the electrans would but partially
reduce the weight of the atoms
With the electrons stripped off, the
positive nuclei would come close to
gether, greatly reducing the di
ameters of the atoms and therefore
of the star, while the star would
still remain in a gaseous state,
though of a density of 55.000 times
that of water.
(More Tomorrow)
Answers to Foregoing Questions
!. Texas Guinan; night club host
ess; Special Deputy U. S. Attorney
General Norman J. Morrison.
2. At Kiel.
3. 92.930.000 miles.
4. St. John xi, 25.
Women Who Play Bridge — M
|; Many an afternoon of delightful entertainment may J;
be arranged on short notice by simply calling a few j[
]; friends and asking them to drop in for a few hands *
]! of bridge. It takes but a few moments to reach !;
!; them all by telephone and if one is not at home an- || -
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