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SUNDAY : CAPITAL : NEWS
AN INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER
Published Every Sunday Morning at Bola«, Idaho, ajCity <ot by
THE CAPITAL NEWS PUBLISHING COMPANT, LIMITED._
RICHARD STORY SHERIDAN.
Entered at the Post Office at Boise, Idaho, as Secon d-class Ms!! Hatter.
Editorial Rooms, K6:
Society Editor, *1«-J
Phenes—Business Office, ÏS4;
BOISE, IDAHO, SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL 2, 1*1«.
THE COMMERCIAL BASIS.
e I have lived a long time In this valley of tears, and my bead J]" * ,
• been whitened by hurrying year*; I've sized up the world as I toddled ]
e along. I've sampled the right and I've sampled the wrong; I have • ;
• hearded with goats and I've frolltcked with sheep, I have learned how •
• to laugh, and I've learned how to weep; I have loafed, I have dreamed, • ,
• I have whacked up, some wood, and I'm sure of this fact, that it pays tO fc
• be good. Whene'er I do wrong, with malice Intent, then I feel for a •
e while like a counterfeit cent; I would awn* myself off for a watch made
• of brass, I haven't the courage to look in the glass. But when I do
• right, how chesty 1 feel! The village is filled with my jubilant spiel! •
• I feel that a feather Is placed in my hood, and I guess I am right, for it •
• pays to be good! Oh, what are the things of particular worth? And •
• whut are the prizes we gain upon earth? They are not the gems that •
• go clickety-clack, they are not the bundles we have In the bank.
• spect of our neighbors, the love of our friends, some credit up there •
• where the firmament bends—these things are the guerdon for which we •
• should strive, they give us an object in being alive. And you'll never •
• gain them, as gain them you should, unless you believe thut It pays to •
• be good.
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OLD PLAYS MADE NEW.
A theatrical producer in New York city has revived
and modernized a popular play of twenty-five years ago.
Heretofore, revivals of these old-time favorites have been
attended by no revision at all. They have been restaged
in their original form, and few spectators, accordingly,
In setting this new revival on
have eared to see them.
the stage, however, the manager frankly announces that
he has changed the title, revised the lines, reconstructed
the scenes and eliminated everything that is obsolete.
Nothing grows old faster than a play, even in.the case
of the comparatively few "classics" of the theater, modern
audiences find it necessary to make allowances, to adjust
themselves, as it were, to the time, conditions and circum
stances of their first production. But the few "classics,"
journalistic though they were to the extent of reflecting
the public thought and sentiment and demand of their
day, were possessed of something far more permanent,
universal, both in matter and in character—some
thing not for one age alone, but for many. Of the ordi
nary "popular" success, however, nothing of this sort, as
a rule, can be said. The play is for its day and its day
and then is ended.
more
spans a
Retired, it quickly becomes obsolete.
Still, in a good many of these successes of later days,
though there is nothing beyond a plot of some substance
and interest, some good stories repose. And the stage,
suffering from a dearth of good stories, can ill afford to
store away permanently any material that has proved its
value. Managers realize this, else revivals would be far
fewer than they are. But, heretofore, they have not real
ized, apparently, that revival without revision is generally
waste of time, effort and money. The public of today
wants its plays in the form and style of today.
The New York experiment, consequently, will be
watched with interest. The producer seemingly has gone
* about his work with intelligence. "Here" he has said,
"is a good plot—a story that has proved itself. In form,
though, it is archaic. But, since no value whatsoever at
taches to the old form, the play can be revamped, mod
ernized, and the story, no less interesting than it was orig
inally, can be told in a manner that conforms to the stand
ards of the present." In this instance, he invoked the aid
of the author who, catching the spirit of the experiment,
recast his old play and gave it modem dress. Other man
agers might profitably follow the same course. There is
no "aid" in these old manuscripts that need be held in
violate—nothing at all except an entertaining tale. And,
whether the author is available or not, revision and re
vival are both practicable and both worth trying.
SPLIT SUFFRAGE FORCES.
A public announcement that suffragists in Indiana
may try to transfer the allegiance of the State Woman's
Franchise League from the National American Suffrage
association to the Congressional Union for Women Suf
frage brings home a situation which has been the cause of
some concern to true friends of suffrage. What the Con
gressional Union is trying to do, broadly speaking, is to
use the woman vote in states where the right to vote has
been granted to women in order to force one or the other
of the great political' parties to come out strongly for
woman suffrage through an amendment to the federal con
stitution. The women in such states as Indiana, where
little progress toward woman suffrage has been made,
look to the Congressional Union to do for them something
they have not done for themselves.
The women in suffrage states are, according to the Con
gressional Union's plans, to go to the polls and vote
against the party in power because it has not done all it
can to pass a suffrage amendment. In this way it is hoped
that the woman vote, estimated by the suffragists at 4,
* 000,000, will be able to swing the administration from
Democratic to Republican, and back and forth like a
pendulum until one party or the other is forced to capitu
late. This plan does not take into consideration the pos
sibility that the women who have been strong enough
get the vote through their respective states will be strong
» vote their opinions on other national issues,
the recession of a portion of the members of the
Indiana Franchise League is likely to precipitate a divis
ion of forces, with its inevitable effect—a division of work,
to
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a working at cross-purposes and the spending of energy
upon internal troubles which should be applied to the
issue at stake—is obvious. It is plain that in contending
that they have a gi'eat handicap to overcome the dissenters
are pot exaggerating the suffrage problem in that state.
It is a big problem—one to bring out the best there is in
Indiana women and to serve as an admirable training
ground for political activity. But it is to be doubted if it
is one that the women of Indiana can shift to the women
of equal suffrage states with any permanent benefit to
themselves, especially when it is considered that even if a
federal amendment is submitted to the states, the Indiana
legislature must be won along with the legislatures in
other states not having universal suffrage. _
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Dress up~the Familiar Miracle
A SHORT SERIAL STORY WHICH TELLS OF TOUR PUBLIC NEEDS.
By Lew Hahn
Copyright, 1916, Fairchild Press, New York.
CHAPTER V.
In Whioh Betty Blake Make« a Cap
ture.
Betty Blake never knew how she
covered the distance from Jim's room
to the East river waterfront that day.
Her fears were all she saw as she fled
on and on In her wild endeavor to
reach Bruel and dissuade him from his
mad act If possible—if not to stop him
by all the force that was In her, or
falling, to plunge with him down to
oblivion. Before her was the terrifying
vision of Jim's face, white and calm,
rising and falling oil the edge of the
incoming tide.
Into South street she turned and
pausing among the fish stalls, peered
fearfully this way and that, undecided
how to reach the river's e.dge.
Suddenly, Just leaving one of the
long, dark wharves, appeared a tall
figure walking slowly In the opposite
direction. Even from a distance she
recognized Bruel's clothes and with an
exclamation of thanksgiving hurried in
pursuit.
"Jim, Jim!" she robbed, but the fig
ure ahead did not pause. Frantically
she threw herself at him and caught
his sleeve. Y,Tth the. instinctive pro
pulsion of fear, the man shrank away
and tried to run, but Betty held fast
to his arm. He turned and her heart
skipped a heat. Instead of Jim Bruel,
she was holding the arm of a strang
er.
A stranger — but wearing Jim's
clothes! She could not be mistaken—
surelp they were the Tothes she so of
ten had seen him wear. Where was
Jim? Why was this rourh looking man
wearing his clothes?
"Where did you get those clothes?"
"Tell me—I must
Where Is
she scrêamed.
know! Oh, where is he?
he?' ,
"Hully gee!—wot do yer know about
dat?" countered "Tired" Dorgan; it
was none other—transformed In the
clothes that bo lately had fallen upon
him, "Gee! dey oughter cage up dese
nuts so dey don't get ln de way of de
squlrls. Wot's dat, lady?" he asked.
"Where did you get those clothes?—
answer me, right away!" demanded
thj now hysterical Betty and by way
of quickening his interest began push
ing and thumping Mr. Dorgan in a
manner that was not to the liking of
his peace-loving disposit'on.
"1 gotter humor dis bird, I kin see
dat," "Tired" told himself. "Yer mean
me trooso, lady?" he queried,
bought dat from a smoke dat come
along here a few minutes ago. You
see, I got
rich widder dat runs a hop house, and
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swell chance to marry a
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I'm a man dat spares nuttin on me
does—absolootely nuttin. A gént's
gotter be well dressed dqse days, I
can tell yer. Why, ony de udder even
in' Vincent Castor, he says to me—
'Dorgan, ole scout,' he says, 'de time
has gone by when a man cart neglect
his appearance and-' "
"Oh, you are not telling me the
truth, you must tell me where you got
those clothes!" and Betty looked des
perately around for an officer.
"Well, If yer wanter know where I
got em;—I was goln along de street
and someone pitched 'em down on me
head, and dat's de whole trout, so help
me. Indy."
Although Dorgan really was telling
the truth now and In a calmer moment
his sincerity might have Impressed
her, Betty was In .no mood to believe
anything short of the tragedy her
mind had pictured. By this time
"Tired" Dorgan was exceedingly anx
ious to quit the neighborhood with just
as little ostentation as possible, and
quick to see the truth did not satisfy
his captor, he made another trial;
"Well, If you don't believe dat, lady
—I found esc does on de stringplece
at the end of de dock. Dey was bet
ter'n me own and I swapped wtd de
guy wot. owned 'em. He was in swim
ming, I guess, and I don't think he's
missed 'em yet."
This confirmed her own worst .fears
and she cruld no longer doubt. Re
leasing the hobo she ran for the end
of the dock, calling back; "Run! Get
policeman—quick! Oh, please get
policeman!"
This last was too much for "Tired"
Dorgan. Run he might. If there was
no other way out of a difficulty, al
though he always lamented any such
waste of energy, but run for a cop!
No, thank you!—not for "Tired"
Dorgan. He started to run—but not
In any direction In which he conceived
It possible a policeman might be en
countered.
(To be continued.)
One Year Ago in the War.
April 2, 1915—Three German
e aeroplanes brought down by the
« French near Soi, ' sons. British
« battleship Lord Nelson report
« ed sunk in the Dardanelles. Ger
« man African stronghold. Aus,
« captured by British forces.
« British steamer Lockwood tor
« pedoed by German submarine
« off-Devonshire coast.
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"Tou are In very bad shape," «aid
the doctor after he had given hie pa
tient a thorough examination, "but if
you -will confine youraelf to a simple
diet, cut out tobacco and alcohol ab
solutely and go to bed at 9 o'clock
every night, there'a no reason In thev
world why you shouldn't live to a ripe
old age."
"Well," said the patient, "there may
not be any renson why I should not,
but can you gtve me any reason why
I should?"
Frank Daniels, the comedian, tells
this story on a friend of his, a prom
inent actor. This gentleman called on
an acquaintance, and In the course of
the conversation, hinted about Ills
thirst. The host cautioned him with
a finger to his lips.
"Sh-sh-sh," he Raid. "My wife
doesn't allow me to have any wet
goods on the grounds. The only drink
I have is fish punch."
"Fish punch?" queried the other.
"I've never heard of It. But I'm thirsty
enough to drink salt water. Lead on,
iwe'll try some of It."
The friend pointed to a globe full of
gold fish.
"Go right to it, old man," he said
engagingly, "I'm sure you'll like fish
punch."
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"Just think of all-the hardships the
early settlers had to undergo when
they first landed on these shores."
"Yes, I suppose they did have a hard
time of it in a way. Still, you must
remember they didn't have to dodge
automobiles nor hang on straps In
street cars, and they never even
dreamed of such things as table d'hote
dinner« and ticket speculators."
e DAILY LESION IN HISTORY. «
• One Hundred Year« Ago Today. «
1816 -The senate passed the
« bill to incorporate the Bank of
s> the United States. *e
y Seventy-five Years Ago Today.
1841—The two South Ameri
e can republics of Peru and Bo
« llvia were engaged in war.
Fifty Year* Ago Today.
1866—President Johnson is
e sued a proclamation declaring
« the' civil war at an end and re
« storing the habeas corpus In
e all the states except Texas.
• Twenty-five Yeare Ago Today.
1S91—General Albert Pike,
• , soldier, Journalist and a noted
« leader in the Masonic frater
e nity, died ln Washington, D. C.
« Born in Boston, Dec. 29, 1809.
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DAY AND TUESDAY.
Strand Theater.
Douglas Fairbanks In
"Hie Picture in the Paper,
Isis Theater.
«* Marie Doro In "Diplomacy.
Comic Theater.
Mixed Program.
A big laugh at every show.
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scending sun," sees In our land a man
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Woodpecker
You must not think that because
Timmy Graylall, the pretty little
park squirrel, was fore-handed that
enough to lay In nuts a-plenty for the be
winter, that all he had to do the
whole winter long was to eat the nuts
his thrift had provided. For that Is
not the case.
You see It takes a lot of nuts to
keep a busy little squirrel well fed
through a whole winter! Timmy ate
from his stqre only on the bad stormy
days. On the days that were bright
and pleasant, h,e found his food on
the ground or in the tree-tops. More
In the tree-tops than on the ground,
to tell the truth, for in the autumn
the park was cleaned up so beauti
fully that hardly a nut or an acorn
was left on the ground to tell the
story of the summer's plenty. And
certainly there was not a speck of
popcorn or a single peanut left
around for a squirrel to find.
The squirrels who live in the
woods can find plenty of food under
the trees when the snow melts away,
but the park squirrels are not so for
tunate. On the other hand, though,
the woods squirrels have not so
many children friends who bring Mr
them goodies when the weather per
ml*.*, so likely each fares about the
same In his own way.
But there was some food that even
the faithful cleaners could not take
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away. They could touob the; nuta
and acoras which still hung on the
trees. And
wa. fl"e. he would «ce
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at the nuts which still hung in place.
Unfortunately for Timmy, others
liked the beech nuts too and counted ^®
on them for winter food. And who y
do you euppose those other« were? l
The woodneckers' he
One particularly determined wood- ®"
•tAAVAr hlu nftiHp won Mr Tied Head
Woodpecker; felt that every nut in
the park was his special property*
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On the third bright day after ths
blizzard, Timmy Graytall decided
that fresh-hanging beech-nutB would
a very agreeable breakfast. So he
hustled himself over to tho nearest
beech tree, climbed Its spreading
branches and began eating,
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Mr . Head Woodpecker felt that
every nu j in the park was his tpeoial
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Not two nuts had he eaten, when
who should come flying toward the
tree but thiB 8amç Mr Re(1 Head,
Woodpecker! -j t jo hope," said TimJ
my to himself, "that he won't eee
There are plenty of nute for ua
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first thing. "7, ,
^® 11 4 kBt te t d hi V'f a tree? And that
° u that this ' r * e? A ?. d V'fj
hoBe a f e °« 1 away! „ And
he rushed at Timmy; rapped him
®" ch limner Tfa^ and'leave
to scamper away and Lave
woodpecker to his own company!