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AN INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER Published Every Sunday Morning at Boise. Idaho, a City »of 30,000 People, by THE CAPITAL NEWS PUBLISHING COMPANY, LIMITED. RICHARD STORY 8HERIDAN, General Manager. Entered at the Post Office at Boise, Idaho, as Second-class Mall Matter. Phones—Business Office, 224; Editorial Rooms, 259; Society Editor, 1269 ! - THE BEGINNING rjMîOl'ESSOU FAIRFIELD OSBOliN is tlie author of —J a very interesting and suggestive book entitled "The J Origin and Evolution of Life." That there is evolu tion all agree. How it takes place is pretty well known. But no one knows what causes it. or rather what was the original cause. The author does not pretend to have j solved the problem of the ages, hut he does venture to hope | that lie has "obtained a starting point for new and untried paths of exploration which may he followed during the| present century—paths which have long been trodden with a difterent purpose by physicists and chemists, and bv physiologists and biochemists in the study of the or-,. gaiusiu itself. It is to these men, rather than to the nat-j ()k for uralifds, thinks Professor Osborn, that we must the solution of the problem. He says: If the naturalists have failed to make progress in the search for causes, 1 believe it is chiefly because they have attempted to reason backward from highly complex plant and animal forms to causes. The cart has always been placed before the horse; * * * we Have been thinking from matter backward into energy rather than from energy forward into matter and form. \ But this is simply reasoning from the known to the un known, a process the soundness of which is generally up-j hold. Yet there* arc exceptions. By the use of a seien- ; titic imagination one may perhaps evolve a theory, and I ! then lest it hv the facts to which it; is sought to apply it.; But (*von from Professor Osborn's point of view, it is hardi ,i I , i , j? I low there can he any study ot. energy apart from ; to SIM matter and form. * I f the energy is not in the particular bit of matter un der investigation, it is in some other related matter. If the materialistic conception of the universe be ac cepted («very factor of the problem is present in the uni verse, and always has been. It does not seem to help much to say that energy is the cause of evolution, since there could have been no energy without pre-existing life. The question is, not how life operates in matter, how it is modified, or how it evolves-and is reproduced—but how it got into matter at all. To say that it is the product of en ergy may bf* to "put the cart before the horse," since it might ho answered that energy is the product of life. And it would still he necessary to inquire as to the source of the initial energy. How in the search for the origin of life one can get verv far away from the forms in which it manifests itself is hard to see. It is difficult to think of a time when there was no life on tin» earth. Yet must we not lx* able at least to imagine such a condition if we are ever to discover how the earth at a certain stage ceased to he dead? Did life come from outside the earth, or from outside the universe —that is, from God? The only other alternative is that it was evolved f rom dead matter, and that is a conclusion I ,1 . .1. , ; . , . , . , . I o ili.it tlu; \\ lost and most lea mod men have been slow tojing accept. CLOTHES AND THE MAN F personality were merely something that attracts at tention, the only conclusion conlcl be that the greatest to J personalities were those possessed by people with much money, and a willingness to spend it. That is. it is something that can he bought. To such an absurdity does the theory inevitably lead. Those whom one turns on the street to look at mav be A J •—and usual I v are—the most miserable creatures alive. tt ii i i xi i . liamJy I('.SS s;i(i tire ttlOSO who IUT RlYVclVS Spoken Ol ill. terms of outward apparel. It must have been of such j that Carlyle was thinking when he said: "Because there is nothing in himself, he hungers and thirsts that you find) something in him." And when we talk of his clothes or: style we confess that these are all there are to him. And that means that personality has nothing to do with lhe person, hut only with what the person puts on j He Strip hin) to "his foolish hide," and lie would, on this;And" theory, have no personality at all! Thackeray drew a picture of a supposedly great king in his gorgeous robes, and a splendid creature he seemed. But he also drew him naked and hare. The moral was that the monarch was ; No nothing but clothes. Mark Twain subjected him who was lately czar of Russia to the same treatment, with the same result. In both cases the man underneath the robes was ! 0, despicable or contemptible. By putting the judicial robes on a fool you cannot! make him a great judge. Poor Christopher Sly never! ceased to be a tinker. Clothes can do much—as the his-l tory of kings and courts proves—but they cannot confer personality. That is a quality that is horn in a man. 11 cannot be bought with money. The greatest personality that the world has known was that possessed by one who had not where to lay His head. Tt is, as has been said, a native quality, conferred by divine imposition. Nothing can be mistaken for it, nor can it he mistaken for anything else. Bill On Ho Yet 1n as WHATCHAMA COLUMN PEPS Maybe Fuel Administrator Garfield ! wil1 ,iav <> to reorganise hie coalignltion cabinet. Why talk about n German "peace dove" when we all know it's a buzzard? —o— Coal ma y soon become valuable enough to he a medium of exchange, says an editor. And when that hap pens, you can bet we'll not spend ours in lump sums. —o— Waiter Arrested for Flirting. Twice j Warned. '—Headline. Thought a waiter! | always took a tip q _ to enlarge your bank account, first have u I,hu "'* IH ^' l o pd ; From now on f ° r quite a speii the be lhe furn _ ace - A K .-save your oui the«. They mi * ht come in handy for the driving wheel. -The accelerate dance. C. B.—Y advice. We said: "If your engine doesn't work, why not copy from your wise copy ' ; Miss k. I ! " end I They will bo trying to put the ticket ! ; scalpers out or business. j — j certainly did notread our|* neighbor. And have it cleaned." We| did not say anything about carbon T I — I e left-hand drive was in-' vented in order to leave the right arm j j - WHEN THE WAR FINALLY DOES | * • • I And Sarah Bernhardt will just be starting on another last tour. j * * * j Ten thousand inventors will be work ing on puncture-proof tires. * * * ! The jury will still be trying to decide! which was the real American war song 1 in 1917. * * • ! Women will lie getting off the street ars backward. People will be telling about the time then eggs were only $2.50 a dozen. SCREENED., Richard Carle attended a motion pic ture performance recently and in the pictures Carle recognized an old friend, an actor, whom he had not seen in The man in the picture wa lading a paper. bent) [ Fa p. That "Why doesn't lie look up?" we asked. ! "Ik* doesn't dare look up," replied Carle. "I loaned him $50 in Philadelphia j nine years ago and lie probably knows I am in the audience." -- j WHY NOT TRY FRANCE, SID? . eyond, I'll forget tlie bond! it ickled my very soul. of quail, the green of the There shall I find goal. Bil). THE DAILY UPLIFT A north Idaho exchange says that one I o f it« readers "sprained his back lift tojing the fore part or the week." Tie should have tackled It a day at a time. Lucky for him he didn't ti month off the calendar. y to pry a NOT NOW. Kditor Ceps: is it proper for the host to give a second helping at dinner? MBS. E. B. Madam: It is not. when the nation wLmu prized, The people of Idaho waited For something new; now they have got A state that is Bicknelkitcd. THE CANNED DIPLOMAT. Ay bane one Swedish diplomat, Ay serve the kaiser well. Ay ® ot nf>utrality down pat ' Ay run to him and toll; This war bnne nothing but p fight, " r, * ht ' "Tr - Prett r »<>« for the latter-day play hi* upmf-date dmma he nu* With ferryboat crashes and motor car smashes. All highly productive of thrills. He throus in the phone and the 1 * ticker, "° rks ' IP a c ° r "'' r ,n whoat DPVOid i , d h< ' aid of a K» mb i' n K house Or even a subway express big private yachts cruise about through his plots Until you're knocked off your seat. I Consider poor hapless Bill Shakespeare, Who fought his way up to success. No radiograms lapped In transit Crabbed Brutus* Involved little game, 0, £u "wnhxm'wöi 11 *^ '* ' urn on H,r I out Just ihr sa mo. With nothing hut murder and battle. And both in n primitiv« state. Bill turned out his plays ami lived all his days On a bnr« ten per rent of the gal«. Ho lacked every trick that the play wright Today must employ for a thrill. Yet tlie pace that he set they are fol lo\\ing yet; Some rare little genius was Bill! A Detroit manufacturing company, 1n filling*, gun contract for the British government, ordered a quantity of brass from Japan, but when the eight carloads arrived the manufacturers found that the metal would not smelt, as it was old Chinese coins, covered with brass. it lag a TOO MUCH EFFICIENCY A CLEVER SERIAL STORY. By E J. RATH. Author of "Wbon ths Devtl Was Sick," "One-Cylinder Sam," etc CHAPTER XIV*. (Continued.) "The Charity tree!" whispered Con stance. Then, without a further word, the trio drove forward against the wind, crossed the street, and entered Madi son Square. A winding walk among the benches tarried thom to ,be outPr rim of a conldou^iRy '°ot th^bigTree /hatched the ! "Ishcd, bravely a prismatic radiance in the center of the little park. It was not a crowd in furs; much of it wns not even a crowd in overcoats. But for all that, it was a Christmas crowd, and because of this the Brookes again felt themselves strangely aloof from It. Only with the tree Itself did they seem to be on terms of intimacy and ! understanding. The tree was friendly; j It belonged as much to the three! Brookes ns to any of the hundreds who gazed up at its lights. So they! Stood and stared, unmindful of numb-; j ed feet and tingling ears. And while! j they stood the snow came; intermit-1 our|* en « Hurries at first—the outriders of j storm. And then, in steadily in- | reusing numbers, the soft flakes, fly- ; We| ln * lightly in the gusts, swept down j T ronri * be dark sky and began their, I patient work of covering the earth. j I There was an uncertain stir in the ! in-' crowd. I -it t le groups began to detach! j themselves and wander off into the) j night. A man standing close to Con-j stance turned up a flimsy coat collar, j | blpw ll Pnn his fingers, and hurried Two women with baskets took their last look at the blazing tree, and Joined the! I scattering retreat. But still th Brooke children lingered. j A deep-voiced bell from somewliet j beyond the square struck a heav note—then another-and another. Bill looked up at the great clock in th ! Metropolitan Tower. Midnight! Christ raas hive was over. 1 "Merry Christmas. Connie," lie sa slipping his arm around her shoulde ! "Merry Christmas, Billy." id. in to A lie He turnt and kissed a face that was wet with' melted snowflakes. 'Merry Christmas, Alice!" "Merry Christmas!" And then the sisters stood for a ; minute, their arms about each their cheeks touching, their whispering "Merry Christmas!" Why not '.' it was their tree, as mic as anybody's. And they would lia\ kissed each other at Christmas, n [ matter where fortune might hav ot her Hi»: ! found them. her Into Constance felt a light hand j arm, and, turning, looked do tile big eyes of a child. The girl was 'not more than twelve, yet her face j seemed strangely old for lier small . body. It was framed in a shawl, and it smiled up at Constance In a of comradsliip. "1—I came out to see the tree," tured the child. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" "Yes. ma'am, And 1—1 " Yes ?" pirit ven an' "I was just watchin' you. ma'am, ai the gentleman, an' the other lady." The child paused and smiled ngaii this time In manifest confusion. "And why did you watch us'" aske Constance gently. "I was watchin' you say Merr Chris'mus.' " "Oh!" "An' I was wonderin' if—" Once more the voice falter the smile persisted. Constance stooped down, took the small fare between her hands, and kissed it. "Did 1 guess right?" she whispered "Ves. ma'am. That was it. Merry Chris'mus! Now I'm going home, ma'am. We—we ain't got a tree." "And we haven't any, either, des'-,'' said Constance gently. The cm a I stared in unbelief, tb?n turned and started to .inrry av,ay. "Wait, pieav-e' ' called Alice. She was fumbling with chided Ln fe'ers In a small purse "Merry Chris,.mis!" she said, thrust ng somethin!* Into the child's hand but; The little girl stared down into her palm and hesitated. "J didn't mean that 1 * hr ' s ,nUH ' rnt - ,! "'" she said. "But you will—just, to please me," said Alice In a voice that was not very Why—yes, ma'am, An'—Merry The little girl with the shawl ran off! lyto the night. The three Brookes watched the! small figure until the darkness blotted it out, then looked at each other, and then for a last time at the tree. "Let's go," said Billy, linking arms again. They crossed the square into Broad way, walking in silence until, after several blocks had been covered in the. flying snow, Billy began to whistle uni inconsequential little tune. "Lot'« rat," lir m,id prrarntlv, bring-i lag his slaters !.. an abrupt' stop in front of a window, where a man with a white cap was busy turning pan cakes. "Can we?" asked Conslame eagerly. "Sure," he answered grandi} 80 they ate pancakes and drank steaming coffee, and discovered that paper napkins are a rather clever in ventlon. And their out again into a white Christmas. "Anybody got an> money?" asked Billy, as they paused on thr sidewalk. "Mine's gone. ' "I gave mine to the little girl," said Alice. "And I didn't have any." confessed Constance. The Brooke children looked at each other and laughed. iTo He Continued.) WILSON—"DON'T WORRY, WE WILL GET THE WAR SUPPLIES _ AND SOLDIERS TO YOU." A V 45 * 9 * «j rs L s* £ * <u « «■*» rr (»1 n Review of Books j a ; I THE LUCK OF THE IRISH." F A New York plumber who falls into a fortune and into love and into rough-and-tumble ad venture about as fast as one van read the details. That is, In general terms, the an swer to anybody's question as to what it is made of—it being- "Th the Irish," the new book b AiacGrath. William Grogan. * railed Bill, is Mr MacGrath's plumber. He Is a big fel J° w * athletically made, with the red I «lost of red hair, a sort of corned; " ! an abundance of freckles and vyes into which one has to look but 1 «»nee to detect the soul of such a man as one may tie to without a doubt. Be sides his muscle and his skill at his ! trade. Bill has an argot of the streetsj which all may hear, the beginnings of a public school education and a thirst tick of! "° ,(i j girl not at all in those years an argot of the streets face. blue for books all and and miscellaneous. Hidden where nobody can see it, however, our hero has the heart of a i <1 reamer. For three years his .dreams 1 in large part center about a pair of j dainty feminine feet which trip twice | a day past the basement window of ! I his shop. He sees the rest of the j He will know the feet wherever lie sees them. he believes. And presently his belief is justified. When he gets his $28.(H)0 | and starts on the Ajax for a tour of th« world, there are the feet on board ! vttth him and a trifle more than sixty incheB above them is the superlative face of Ruth Warren. Ruth. It appears, is pursued. Bill becomes her guardian. He is jlu-Jit sued. He is blackjacked. His luck Is tested bv- every variety of violence. Finally the chance comes profitably to employ his weight, his skilful fists and his vigor. And with the villains of thP plot rounde d up and battered up at Singapore the story goes on Jo an expected finish. Mr. McGrath has done neater Justice to no hero of ro mance in his long list than to this Bill Grogan, a broth of a plumber. ♦ ♦ ♦ * "DROWSY." In the background of John Ames Mitchell's new* novel. "Drowsy" is the idyllic and unconventional romance of a young American doctor and a great European singer. The doctor "has been wounded In a duel fought for the diva's good name. He recovers at a villa high on a hill side overlooking Trieste and the Adri atic. the singer being his companion and nurse. Seven years later the doc tor returns with a little son to th* ^«»»»«'husrtts hnmlrt which has hern 1,tB boyhood's home For the villHgc ,hrre "° of ,h * bo >' R motber : bP > ond Bn <>"<'<'r»landlng 'hat she la , «lead. The reader perceives in him a K iri of thought-reading Inherited from j the beautiful woman In whom that fac h, ' on wonderfully revealed 1 « ,urin * months of attendance on a [speechless sufferer. | Gyms Alton Is the bnr. A drooping' heaviness of his eyelids* producing a j superficial effect of dullness in his j earns him the nickname which M•'■ Mitchell employs for the title of , book. But Cyrus was not dull. He is ! inventor of marvels which, even vague description, give Mr. Mitchell's i8tor Y a r< ' aI Verne tinge. These jare*marvels of electric appliance. By means of one of them the lsd brings diamonds from (he Mountains of the j | Moon and again, being .ejected i" ' love, flies to Mars for consolation. 1 "This Is pot a fairy tale," write our author in his preface. Then ne considers wonders of radio-activity al ready brought out of the very air we breathe, and asks his "Why Not'/' as to interplanetary communications. H is certain that in "Drowsy" he both interests and sets ns to guess- 1 ing what things may come. j "THE CASE OF MARY SHERMAN."! The prelate in Jasper Ewing Brady's; I I From the moment that this Bishop j lakes up tiie cause of justice and the | boss-oppressed away oui west, ley. previously "'Hie Case of Mary Sherman" is a fine ; type of Hie fighting Bishop. He roots ( for the. home team at baseball. He likes' ! oil the sports of the manly man, from I ho *lng to honest racing. And being: two inches over six feet in height, with I shoulders and muscles to correspond,; his presence counts in a game. ] figrbit on. Three months later Dudle I knows he is whipped. Meanwhile ;t ! story richly full of action develops be | fore Mr. Brady's readers, | Only once, as things run. do we ! lose faith in the Bishop. That is in j Mary Sherman's own case. For an im fortunate quarter of an hour, while Ä n ... ; people in Presidio.! James Burchaid Dud-|| w.th all things going way he has said, knows there is a; I 1 i ! ! , . ..... 'he issue of a square deal for Mary .'» pending, he ceases to be a red-1 | blooded man and becomes an articles-, bound churchman. Although he recov-, crs from llia Paralysis, we wish Mr. Brady had left him free all the way through the book. The case of Mary is that she has been wedded only to be betrayed, and that she wants the lovo and happiness to which she is entitled. "THE GREEN JACKET." A small woman in gray -gray eyes •and hair, a close.-fittmg suit and small hat of soft gray; her only bit of color a knitted green purse; a perfume about her. subtle and elusive. Suggest a detective, this description? Not a chance of it. Yet the word pic ture is that of Millicent Newberry, who, In Jeanette Lee's "The Green Jacket" takes up the mystery of the Mason pearls right where it has baffled the shrewdest of Tom Corbin's sleuths and works it out to the 'sst thread. Meanwhile, cosily employed as a seam stress in the Mason household and call ing herself Miss Brigham, she knits a green Jacket Into which she puts many queer stitches. It is s whim of hers to have a piece of knitting for each case end to finish it at the same time with the case. Another of her notions—"The Green Jacket" would not be a Jeanette, Lee story if its characters did not have notions—Is that one who detects a criminal should have the say as to what is done to the guilty. This story is handled as little like a regular detective story os Miss New berry is like« regular detective. Tt has a quiet but a constant Interest. Per haps it carries a message. C«r%inly 't Is entitled to high mention among the current novels. * • * "ALICE." John Rap has taken up ths perilous task of furnishing a sequel to Lewis Carroll's most famous Wonderland" story. His "New Adventures of Alice.'* has just been published in an'which he has both written and illua (nitrated. Mr. Rae's book is handsome from Its blue, tax and gold front cover to its final tailpiece. Its full pages in color i I lis a "„.I ai?? i ........ in , and Its drawings In black and white are effective. It carries a atory full of fancy and jingles ingeniously con structed. So much for the excellencies j of the work. The fault of the new "Alice" may he defined as its obviousness. There 1« no subtlety In its chapters. Things are im related. Nobody will ever discuss th»* ' qU e 8 ,i on . asYbey'e'ndlesVly^o Tn ihe 1 .... . . ' e " Adventure* of 'Alle 1 ' >, ' e . Uy " ml " uleaaJn* book of go..,I night tales. It is no more. '' THE ROAD OF AMBITION." * Road of Ambition, by klaim I case of tlie Lewis Carroll hook, whet he other things lie beneath the surf Ac Nor will Mr. Rae's rhymes he subjc everlastingly to quotation among ti -immortal pertinence of the light* I classics. "New 'Adventure Sterne—in which the great steel in dustry of the country serves as a background is s story of the super man who from a small beginning fights bis way from the bottom to th top. What happens to him along the road of his ambitions goes to make this novel a llilng apart In the pre j d * y f,0t,Ön ' " " a " to do with the ; ( I I ping of a big man's destiny, and ; reception Into the world "higher up." ,Cloth— 49« Pages—gold stamp n g —I2m° — fmm must ,. ntiona Bnil Jacket In colo^-»1.35 net. Britton Publishlng Co N „ w Tork , PLEASING A HUSBAND. I "A Thousand Ways to Please a Hus 1 band"--with Bettina's best recipes, bv i Louis Bennett Weaver and Helen C. ! LeCron. Is a most unique household ! compendium—the romance of cookery (and the inspiration of housekeeping - for two peotlle jn parUcu)ar and smsli famille | n general It is not the usua' rt , in . p | oddln g cook book up from .. c0 „ pcted ., rec | pas and enIlveped bv .photographic reproductions of cakes. pics, roasted turkeys, and tables set with knives and forks placed "Just so.'* Rather It is the "life adventures" of "Bob and Bettina'' who sail Into the complexities of housekeeping the mo ment the wedding Journey is at an end. Bettina's "knowhow" plus Bob's good natured helpfulness brlnr about im mediate success to a lively and Inter esting attempt at home-building. Nearly five hundred page^i. (Cloth Illuminated Jacket—Extra Illustrated — $1.50 net. Britton Publishing Co., New York.) • • • "LAUGH AND LIVE.» Many *re the inspirational hooka that now abound wrrltten around the various phases of existence, but "lAUgh and Live'' is a thing apart from any other. Perhaps It is the author's style of writing, sort of "hammer and touts," breezy, convincing, seaming to come out of real experience. But the remarkable quality of the book is that it fascinates the mind the same ss a high class nrtvel—grope one's fkonltfes from chapter to chapter. There is no preaching, no ''Eatherllness" no "Big 1" and "Little You" In the text. It Is more like the talk of a widely exper ienced comrade back from a voyoge. Asked to tell what he saw ln his travels he proceeds to do It, modestJy and well. (Rrittln Publishing Company, Price ID i In a recent test It was found that rubber is in certain respects stronger than steel. A send blast under enor mous pressure wss blown on a piece of rubber snd a piece of steel, and the rubber outwore the steel three to one. ■h . I, ^_____ Mrs. Mar.* Haelli. of New York ettr. lis the mother of a child which weighs a pound and a half. and. according to the nur *''- lb * infant ('mild lie dressed in a peanut bug. bathed In a flng-r bowl and put to bed in a half-pound caady box. Tlie valu« of Canadian ms nu facture* laat year waa *2.000,000.000. compared with *1,*12,000,000 In ltlf. ^