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hopefulness and confidence.
Socialistic Activities of Employes of the
Federal Trade Commission
By SENATOR WATSON of Indiana. Speech in Congress
If my information be correct, the headquarters of
tho federal, trade commission in Chicago during the
time they weie open were centers of sedition and
anarchy from which radiated the most baleful influence.
I trust I have mentioned enough to demonstrate that
that office was, during all that period, a center of rad
icalism, a nesting place for socialists, a spawning
ground for sovietism, and that, while professing to in
vestigate business with a view to eradicating its evil
features, they constantly plotted for the destruction
of the business they were charged to investigate and
ior the confiscation and collective ownership of all the means for the crea-
tion and the distribution of wealth.
Senators, if socialists and anarchists are recognized in official life,
they will not be condemned in private life. If they are fostered and pro-
tected by the government, they will flourish ^n business and industrial
institutions, and we will not succeed in overcoming the bolshevistic ten-
dency of the day unless we oust from office every red radical holding a
place under the government.
Men sent out by the federal trade commission should be investigators
and not persecutors they should impartially find the facts and should
fearlessly report them. Men ought not be selected to represent the govern-
ment who are against all government. We had as well choose atheists to
reform the principles of the church. Men who are opposed to our existing
institutions should never be chosen to protect them, and no agency of the
government bent on the enforcement of the laws has a right to select as
its representatives those who are opposed to all law and hostile to all
government These acts are subversive of the very foundations of govern-
ment, and should the practiceNcontinue will inevitably result in its over-
throw.
Good Citizenship Requires the Most
Definite Kind of Teaching
Ey EDWARD AMHERST OTT
Because every normal man loves the land of his birth, that does not
necessarily make him a good citizen or an efficient one in time of need.-
The great war convinced at least four million young men of the desira-
bility of getting ready and remaining prepared for national defense.
Entirely apart from the physical training and stamina that come to
the young men of the country through physical training, we need the
loyalty and team-work that are derived most economically from such
training. Good citizenship is not an accident. It requires the most
definite kind of teaching.
Every voter in America should learn the spirit, the history and the
technique of our kind of government. By setting aside a prescribed period
in a boy's life, say six months, when he can touch elbows with thousands
of others and devote his entire attention to trie subject of his national
duty, American spirit and team-work will leave an impression that will
last a lifetime* The blacksmith's son and the banker's son should know
that they have, indeed, many worthwhile interests in common. It will be
healthy socially for the millionaire's son to know,the viewpoint and the
fine spirit of the boy from the farm and shop. The various groups of our
citizens must mingle to insure an enduring democracy.
The educational results of universal training will be broadening. The
experience gained by the youth who is approaching manhood will pay
many times over for its cost.
No greater tribute could be given the young men who wore the
uniform for us during the great war than to establish a national and
universal system of training for citizenship and national defense. It
will be a living institution to show our appreciation of what was done
under superdifficulties to carry forward on a world stage the principles of
our republic. It will prevent a recurrence of unpreparedness and the
resultant loss of life, energy and money. And it will insure a greater
good in the fullest popular exercise of citizenship responsibilities.
If Any Man Ever Deserved the Thanks
of England, Schwab Is the Man
By ADMIRAL LORD FISHER, British Navy
In a memorandum which I had printed and circulated in January,
1914, seven months before the war, these words may be found in large
capital letters, "The submarine is the coming type of war vessel for sea
fighting.^ I was literally persecuted for building submarines while I was
first sea lord. Thanks to Admiral Bacon and Admiral S. S. Hall, we are
what we are. When I left the admiralty on January 25, 1910, there were
61 efficient submarines and 13 were building.^ When I returned to the
admiralty in October, 1914, there were only 51* so I sent foT Mr. Schwab
of the Bethlehem Steel works and he delivered a batch of submarines in
five ntonths.
That was an unprecedented feat, as 14 months was the record till then.
These 'IP-type submarines built by Schwab went unconvoyed from Amer-
ica to the Dardanelles and acted there prodigiously. Mr. Schwab should
have been made a duke. If any man ever deserved the gratitude of Eng-
land, Mr. Schwab is the man, but he has not even received the Order of
the Bad Egg.
Tiie British nation is going to make the same damned mess over the
internal combustion engine, which is as imperative for commerce as for
war. Every nation except ourselves is pushing ahead with this engine.
Herr Ballin, before he suicided, decided on a fleet of 10,000-ton vessels so
fitted. We have no big ship so fitted that I know ofeven thought of. I
really dc look forward $0 the day of judgment, when all these champidn
liars I knc~v of and wJSc3 so highly honored at the present will be ex-
posed and flagellated.
What I think is one of the fearful things of the late war is that we
had no admirals or general shotwe only promoted them.
Secretary of the Interior LaneOh, for a few days of real sanity, whei
Vith composed nerves and calm judgment and without bitterness or feel
ing, we could look at our problems and meet them with OUT IraditTona
THE TOMAHAWK, WHITE EARTH. MINN.
Le Boulevard PoissonnSere in Old Paris.
HE boulevards of Paris, which Ecrases, situated at the point where
extend for a length of four kilo- the boulevard crosses at right angles
meters and a half from the the Rue and Faubourg Montmartre,
Madeleine to the Bastille in a the Rue de Richelieu and the Rue
Bemi-circumference, are the rendezvous Drouot, there extends a sort of neu
tral zonethe Boulevard Montmartre
x ,_,. _, which one might almost define as
types of humanity, promenades cease- the vestibule to the Boulevard des
lessly the wide sidewalks, where the Italiens. It was here, in the Passage
terraces of innumerable cafes lend an des Panoramas, that, In 1817, the ex-
air of good-humored if rather vulgar periment of lighting Paris by gas was
familiarity to the whole scene.
The Paris boulevards may be said
to have originated in the deep muddy
trenches which were hastily dug
around the city in 1536, to repulse
the much-dreaded attacks of the Eng
lish who, having devastated Picardy,
'were now threatening the capital, says
the Christian Science Monitor. The
first trees were planted in 1638, and
have been continually replaced since
then, although they have not ceased to
struggle bravely to live and thrive in
spite of the scarcity of light, air, and
sun.
Entrance to the* Boulevards.
The-starting point of the boule
vards can be located at the Bastille
before the eighteenth century they be
gan at the entrance of the Rue St.
Antoine, so that the attention of the
stranger who entered Paris by the
Porte St. Antoine was at once at
tracted by the looming mass of the
state prison, and by the beautiful resi
dence of Beaumarchals, which played
a part in the Revolutionary drama.
One soon reaches the Boulevard du
Temple, today* so calm, and essential
ly commercial with its numerous
baker, butcher, and grocer shops.
Once upon a time, however, and not so
very long ago, it was called "the beau
tiful boulevard," for it was then the
favorite meeting place of courtiers
and rich bourgeois of the'Tout Paris,"
which even then was docile in obey
ing the dictates of fashion. Innumer
able theaters and shows lined both
sides of the roadway, giving the boule
vard the appearance of a perpetual
fair in which a gay, laughing crowd
paused to listen to the songs of Colle
and Pironsung by the lovely Fan
Aon la Veilleuseand amused itself
with the antics of Nicolefs extraor
dinary monkey.
After the Place de la Eepublique
has been safely crossed, one saunters
up the Boulevard St. Martin, the road
way of which is encased between high
sidewalks reached by mounting sev
eral steps. It extends to the Porte
St. Martin,' erected in 1674 by the
municipal corps of Paris to the glory
of Louis XIV. At nightfall the Boule
vard St. Martin acquires a certain ani
mation when the public presses
around the doors of the Amblgu
Comique, the Renaissance and the
Porte St. Martin theaters. The Porte
St. Martin was built In 90 days by Le
moine, at the end of the reign of
Louis XVI, to serve as a temporary
opera house.
But the sidewalks suddenly cease
to be terraced and slope gently down
ward until they reach their normal
height, and the noisy Boulevard St.
Denis extends between the two^onu
mental gateways, the beautiful bas
reliefs of which remind the passerby
of the taking of Limburg and the de
feat of the Germans, as well as of the
passing of the Rhine and the taking
of the provinces by Louis XIVex
ploits of which the "Sun King" was
Justly proud. It must be remarked
that the escutcheon of the Porte St.
Denis with its flenr-de-lys Is the only
royal emblem which was respected
by the Revolution of 1848.
Landmarks Alone the Way,
first attempted. The Boulevard Mont
martre has lost most, of its former
vogue many of its famous cafgs,
which formed part of the life of th
city, no longer exist. Brebant has
disappeared the Cafe de Madrid,
which played an important Dart In the
political history of the second em
pire, and during the war was frequent
ed by the most famous "aces" ol
French aviationsuch as Fonck and
Nungesser when on leaveis becom
ing transformed.
The Cafe de Mulhouse has been re
placed by the Musee Grevin, of wax
work celebrity. The Theater des Vari
etes. with the columns of its old-fash
ioned portico, is a souvenir of the past,
as well as is the Passage Verdean of
which many people would surely for
get the existence were they not forci
bly reminded of it when showers
oblige them to seek a refuge in that
haunt once so fashionable.
The Rue de Richelieu marks the
beginning of the true boulevard, which
privileged region spans the Place de
I'Opera to the Madeleine church. On
the crowded sidewalks, rather ob
structed by the terraces of innumer
able cafes, one meets "all kinds and
conditions of men" in that most demo
cratic of all conglomerationsand
that most banala Parisian crowd.
Another Famed Thoroughfare.
The Boulevard des Italiens was the
center of the brilliant, scandalous life
of the late empire and early '30s.
There used to assemble at Tortoni'e
at the Maison d'Ornow transformed
into a post officeat the Cafe de
Paris, those French dandies who
brought such laborious care to the
imitation of the extravagances of theii
English models at the corner of the
Rue Laffitte was situated the Cafe
Hardig, the meeting place of the agl
tators at the fall of the assignats and
which is celebrated as having been
the first Parisian cafe where luncheon*
were served "a la fourchette," that is
where meat was served. The Cafe
Anglais on the opposite side of the
boulevard was the most fashionable
restaurant of the second empire. II
was demolished recently, and Paris
sighed at the disappearance of anoth
er of its favorite haunts. The Pa
villon de Hanovre, facing the Vaude
ville theater, now shelters the shop ol
a prosperous silversmith but It If
of noble origin, having formerly be
longed to the duke of Richelieu, whe
had, so runs the legend, built it wltt
the product of the golden and sllvei
laurels he obtained by hook or bj
crook during the Hanoverian war
Hence the nickname which has evei
since remained attached to the beau
tiful and luxurious building.
The Boulevard des Capueines,whlct
starts from the Vaudeville and spam
the Place de I'Opera, is always ex
tremely animated with Its numerous
hotels, clubs and shops. It belongs
some sort to history, for it was front
the garden of the Capndnes (whicl
has disappeared long since) that th(
first pistol shot which transformec
the riot of 1848 into a regular revo
lution was fired.
Processions and corteges of all
kinds, both civil and military, peace
The Boulevard Bonne Nouvelle has fuL threatening or triumphant, hav
preserved a number of old-fashioned through the centuries passed dowr
houses presenting a strong contrast the boulevards, stamping history int
to the modern construction, which has the very footway they^ followed. Bui
considerably spoiled the charm of the
old boulevards so essentially Parisian.
Facing the aggressive stores, which
occupy a whole block, one can still
see a picturesque corner distinctly
reminiscent of old Paris the angle
of the dark old Rue de la Lune. where
still exists a famous pastry shop, "A
ia Renommee de in Brioche," in which
for more than a century. Parisians
have eaten the famous cake. The
Gymnase theater, a few steps farther
down, was built in the early part of
the last century and Is still one of
the most fashionable theaters of
Paris.
From the
surely the old avenues never wit
nessed a more solemn or symbolical
scene than the parade of the ulllec"
troops, which, on the 14th of July
preceded by their glorious, tattered
banners, marched down the boule
vards toward the Place de la Re
pnblique.
Weird From the Start.
VisitorSo this is the haunted
house. How did it get such a repu
tation?
NativeWell, there's been something
uncanny about It from the beginning.
Ev when it was built it didn't exceed
famous Can"*for des the oootwrtot's" wtfanatfc
I
Near St. Anne's
By JANE OSBORN
1J19. byMcClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
Matron of an "old ladles' home."
Madge Gray! If you had seen her as
she set out that Thanksgiving eve you,
too, would have rebelled against the
fate that had forced Madge to her de
cision. It had been merely the result
of a little arithmetic. She received
$20 a weeka sum that would once
haye seemed munificentfor her work
as filing clerk in a downtown oilice.
For board and lodging in a tiny hall
bedroom she had to deduct $12. There
were six lunches besides, and clothes
and carfares and all those little inci
dentals that, no matter what your in
come, always come to work havoc with
your budget. At St. Anne's Madge had
been offered $50 a monthbut there
would be no "expensesno carfare,
board, lodging, lunch or laundry. It
was not that institutional life seemed
to hold out any attractions to Madge,
but simply because she was tired of
putting up the fight that seemed nec
essary in adjusting her standard of
living to that $20 a week. So Madge
was interested when Mrs. Saunders,
who had known Madge before Mi*.
Gray's death and the collapse of the
Oray affairs, wrote telling her in a let
ter full of pity that St. Anne's home,
of which Mrs. Saunders was a direc
tor, was in need of a matron and that
Mrs. Saunders remembered how tact
ful Madge had been with the old
ladies at the hotel where they had
once spent the summer. Her letter
did not very successfully conceal the
fact that the matrons-hip of St. Anne's
had not been a position very much
sought after and that the $50 had not
been deemed sufficient to the other
matrons lo persuade them to exert the
supreme tact needed to get on with
the "aged gentlewomen" who lived at
St. Anne's.
If the inmates of St. Anne's had
been really in need it might have been
easier, but the fact that they paid a
not inconsiderable board and that
they themselves regarded St. Anne's
not at all its a charitable Institution
although it was heavily endowed
made the task of being their mat ion
none too easy.
Imagine the fair-haired Madge.
scarce more than a child herself,
mothering all those old indies. But
to her there was nothing Incongruous
in the idea. So having no more inter
esting plans to make for the holiday,
she told Mrs. Saunders that she would
go out to St. Am.e's to "look things
over" and see if she thought she
could possibly assume the responsibil
ity that the position required.
Mrs. Saunders had thereupon
asked her to go out Wednesday after
noon and spend the Thanksgiving
week-end there. She wrote to the de
parting matron to receive Madge and
to try to make St. Anne's seem us at
tractive as possible.
So wllcn twenty-year-old Madge
started out by train to the unfrequent
ed suburb that harbored St. Anne's it
was with the feeling Unit if she ac
cepted the positionand there seemed
not the f: lint est doubt but that she
wouldher Inst decision would have
been reached. She would simply re-,
main at St. Anne's the rest of her life.
So far there hadn't been very much
else for her but disappointment, she
reflectedfloor little Madge who was
canable of so much enjoymentand
for such as her a retreat like St.
Anne's was the best that life could af
ford. Never bad one of the inmates of
St. Anne's approached that vine-cov
ered house in the country feeling any
older than did Madge that Thanksgiv
ing eve.
But she didn't look oldfor from it.
The demure little hat and the inex
pensive plain dark suit greatly became
her. It did not require sables and vel
vets to set off the prettinossof Madge.
In fact, Mudgo was of that winsome,
artless type that appear best when
most simply dressed
She sat in her seat in the rail
road train watching the retreating
landscape-^-tbe cold gray November
sky and the ponds in the meadows
showing a border of ice around the
edge.
And as slu* looked a tear welled up
from each of those violet eyes and
met at the bridge of her dainty nose
and then splashed down on Madge's
hands that lay folded before her. What
was the use of wiping It away? There
was no one to see, or, at least, no one
to care.
Then two more tears started, bttt
mddenly were checked. Some one
was leaning over her. She looked up
ftad stifled a little cry with tho hand
that had risen to wipe away the
*eatiges of her foolish tears.
"Bob," so id Madge, and Hob said
"Mndge." Then be ssit down beside
her. "Well, whatever are you doing?"
be asked, and Madge said: "Oh, just
going to Malvern. Are you?"
Bob said he was, and then: "Whn-.
can you be going to Malvern for?''
"Oh, to see some people," said
Mndge, coloring, for there was very
little out at Malvern, save St. Anne's
a pickle factory and a stone quarry.
She was wondering what could have
called Bob to that part of the conn
try. Bob. whom in those days before
the crash crime Madge was "almost
engaged to."*
In those dys of many sailors it wn
Boh as much as any one to whom she
hud jriven ler young heart. And in
the day* that had followed, who knows
how completely that heart had been
devoted to his memory'?
She was hoping that Bob would not
question her to the point where she
would have to tell him of her plans to
immure herself in the old ladles'
home.
"No," said Bob deliberately, "I have
no friends there" He paused, look
ing backward as if interested in some
one occupying a seat behind there
across the aisle. Then It was that if
seemed to Madge as If there was
something very cruel in the fate that
had made it necessary for her to solve
her problem of existence in the way
she had planned.
It would seem like such a confession
of her own utter inability to cope with
things. Madge felt as if she were
showing her embarrassment, and sud
denly she realized that Bob was as
embarrassed as she.
Presently he excused himself. "My
auntthat little old lady in black is
with me," he said. "I will just tell
her that I have met you, and then
may I come and sit here beside you
for at least part of the trip?"
Until he came Madge's heart beat
so fast: and her poor little tired brain
was in such a whirl that sho could
not explain just what she would sa.v
in the event that he asked her point
blank where she was going if, for iu
stance, he suggested that he accom
pany her to her destination in Mal
vern.
lie came back and they talked about
the dreary weather, then of Thanks
giving. "I suppose," ventured Madge,
for her curiosity was aroused, "that
you are*going to Malvern for the holi-
days"' She was sure now that Bob
was going to see a possible fiancee.
She couldn't help being jealous.
"I may stay over Thanksgiving," he
said drearily. "If they let me."
There was a rather sorry attempt
to talk about things in general and
then the conversation got back to the
subject of Malvern. It was only fif
teen minutes away and each was
eager to find why the other was bound
there, though each was as eager not to
tell.
It was Bob win* began. "I am really
sorry- for what I am doingashamed
I would be if there were any way out
of It. Dear old Aunt Sally brought me
up. A mother could not. have been
kinder to me. I have wanted to make
a home for herI hope to some day.
"But she is old and she cannot bi*
left alone. Now I have a chance to
do really big things in the Westthat
is, big for inc. After a year I've been
promised ten thousand a year. But
can't take Aunt Sally with me. Shi*
would be without friends. I want to
make good llrst. I've tried to repay
her Just a little for all she did for me
that is the taaaon why I never asked
asked the one woman In (he world
to be my wife. Because I felt that so
hug- as Aunt Sally lived I wanted lo
live with her and I did not feel free to
ask' her" Bob's eyes gazed past
Madge as If ttv-v were really afraid to
rest on her, and he looked out on the
gray landscape without actually see
ing It.
"But, Bob," cried Madge us she
realized what he had been saying
and then their eyes'met. "Why are
you taking her to Malvern? Are you
taking her to St. Anne's?"
"Yes, to St. Anne's, and It does
sound pretty shabby to let lier go to
an old holies' bornebut it is just for
the yeur. 1 know she will be treated
wet! there and hhe would not consent
to my giving up this chance In the
West just to stay East with her. Then
I'll get little home and I can afford^
a companion for her. But until then"'
They were very near to Malvern.
Suddenly it seemed to Madge as if tho
whole world of love ami life were slip
ping through her fingers. She felt a
boldness fit" speech that was not at all
usual with Madge besides, hadn't he
hinted that she was the only woman?
"Boh, if you had married and if
youryour wife happened to lie very
fond of old. ladiesvery tactful and
perfectly willing to be considerate
mightn't you have been willing to take
the wife and Aunt Sally out West
wilh yn right away? The wife would
be willing to take care of the dear old
aunt, and having them both with you
might help you to win out. That is.
providing the one woman in tho world
were still willing to marry you, even
though you nearly liroko her heart be
cause you didn't ted her thai you loved
her 1 iffore."
"You didn'tyou wouldn't really?"
stammered Bob.
"Yes, I did. Bob," announced
Medg...
"hut could you share your home
with Aunt Sally?"
"I've a reputation for being very,
very food of old ladiesI know I'd
love Aunt Sally. I conid manage
beautifully with one old lady." anil
there was an emphasis on the one, the
reason for which Bob did not under
stand.
There was just time enough before
they reached Malvern for Madge to
explain.
"Then why should any or ns go to
Sr. Anne's?'* asked Aunt Sally, when
they explained just what hail happened
in the little waiting room at Malvern
while they were waiting for the om
nibus from the old ladies* home. "Why
shouldn't we take the next train back
to town and just send a telegram that
we ar*w't any of us eomine?"
"And what could we do then?"
asked Mndge. holding the little obi
lady's hand very tight in hers.
"YVI-.v, I suppose you two children
could get married. Then we'd nil have
Thanksgiving together, and yoo and I.
dear, could go West with Bob If he'd
let us."
Toil is work into which you do not
uut anv enthusiasm.

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