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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. • Protected by the • Adams Newspaper Service, New Tork. Re- « m CbtuxTR****» 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announces that he has changed the title, revised the lines, reconstructed the scenes and eliminated everything that is obsolete.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 Cl 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. _ , ] ; , ; 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 "1 swell chance to marry a T. R. FOUND A NEW BIRD IN TRINIDAD ^ \ m M SEE WRAT X FOUND 'A K 'll VA % Is « If L V m V/ Col Kuoeevelt uaoiutcM that while on lus vecauoa he found a new bird which somewhat« resembles an owk—Mewa ilea» 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. e 2,1916. 4* 4* 4* Dinner Stories. 4* 4 4* 4 * 4 * 4 * 4 * 4 * 4 * 4 * 4 * 4 * 4 * "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." I I de a a al not en "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. e » eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee a THEATER PROGRAM MON 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. e « e « « « « « « • e 9 e e Revised Quotation. (From Judge.) "Count that day lost whose low de scending sun," sees In our land a man 6 HE value of a bank connection is best cited by the fact that—every successful business per son has one. Build up your fund for independence at the m j | Pacific National Bank THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPEN By GENE BYRNES * * / * * / « I * * l 'V/'i • * */X (■ >/ INTERFERE «-CAU St T »TS REALLY NONE Of BUSINESS é # « Oil 1 "; 1 :■:% ) ! . ) > A h'J /■ Si «L. m wm R I P r s _ <> Sy. « jTri « « « • j *e « « « • e • * • « « « • V> MOTHER-««- LAY» e Cteyf'alil, I W I elate •V 1 e 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 _. ... „ . . . . away. They could touob the; nuta and acoras which still hung on the trees. And wa. fl"e. he would «ce n^yÄ*anrr'un C u7anTnibblt ' 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* Copyright £31! £3 CITY NATIONAL BANK Mi ê . •»«.'tuff' THE HOME OF COURTESY And BANKING EFFICIENCY 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, pipr-»j aj .) - ■ .. — . Mr . Head Woodpecker felt that every nu j in the park was his tpeoial : c Mr 'Vu property 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 B«t JjW 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!