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TJIE ALLIANCE HERALD. FRIDAY, APRIL 29. 1921
BURR PRINTING CO., Owner
Enured at the postoffice at Alliance, Neb., for
transmission through the mails ns second class
Matter. Published TueMiays and Friday.
GEOROE I BURR, JR. Editor
EDWIN M. BURR Business Manager
Official newspaper of the City of Alliance;
fficial newspaper of Box Butte County.
Owned and published by The Burr Printing
Company. George L. Burr, Jr., President; Edwin
M. Burr, Vic President.
Iriven out during the war are trying to re-establish their
homes under extreme difficulties.
That thev are not in Germany, where they would have
to contribute to the huge fund required to reimburse the
Hied nations for a part 01 the crimes committed and the
amage done by the kai er's army and navy during the
war.
That they are not within the borders of soviet Russia
or Siberia, where universal wretchedness prevails under a
lespotic regime manv times worse than that ot the czars,
ami human life is cheaper than anywhere else on earth
at the present time.
That they are not in China, where nunireis ot inou
sand have died of starvation the past winter; or in Korea,
where they would be under the heel of tne Jap.
That they are In a land or plenty and enjoying trie
nrivileces of American citizenship, instead of in Mexico
devastated, impoverished and demoralized by ten years of
civil strife.
It must be a gloomy person, indeed, who cannol find
something to congratulate himself for when he surveys
the conditions here and in other countries.
LIVE YOUR POETRY
Yesterday, for an hour or so, we entertained, perhaps
an angel unaware, but certainly a man with a tremendous
ambition. He was a poet and out at the knees and the
elbows and empty at the stomach, as the world has treated
poets since time began. There was fire in his eye and
gentleness in his tongue, as well as hunger gnawing ut his
vitals. It was an interesting tale that he told, and well
worth a dollar, no mutter what could bo raid of the five
poems, children of his heart nnd brain, that he left with
us.
We have never belondcd to the sob sister brigade, nor
have we trained with the philosophers or those who are
eternally trying to point out morals. But somehow or
other, the spectacle of a man past his youth, uneducated,
fired with a consuming ambition to make a name for
himself as a poet, but almost wholly unequipped for the
task that faces him, mnkes one" wonder whether ambition
is, after all, the great and noble quality that it is said
to be.
Our poet is a man well in the thirties. He hails from
Missouri, a wonderful state that has produced some great
writers and a number of shiftless citizens. 'His mother,
like most mothers, was ambitious for him, and sought to
make a minister of her son. She started at this task too
con, for before he had gone through the grades, the open
road called him and he answered the call. He has been a
jack of ull trades, a farm hand, a miner, a prospector.
cook on an Alaskan freighter, soldier and hobo. And
almost every day the spirit moved him and he produced
come verses. Once he worked a whole year to pay for
having a small collection of the printed and bound. But
nobody bought them. They are the kind of verses that
can be read, but they lack the indefinable quality that
forces people to read them again. Without that quality
no man can become a poet, no matter whether his rhymes
have the proper rhythm and feet which never tangle,
.With it, the verse may be wretched, the expression faulty
and the execution poor, and still it will live.
ine naruest lesson that any man must learn is to
realize his limitations and not attempt to go beyond them,
Ambition is a wonderful thing, but when it has lured one
far afield, it may turn and thumb its nose derisively.
We are reminded o fthe experience of David, in 0,
Henry s "Roads of Destiny." David began to write poetry
while he was a shepherd tending flocks, and even alter he
had accumulated a wife and sheep of his own, and wa
more favored by fortune than most men, the habit per
Fitted. His neglccte dflock shrunk in size, his wife grew
to be a termagant, until a friend recommended that he
take a pile of his poems to Monsieur Bril, a learned mar.
who could assay their worth.
Monsieur Bril bored to the last pggo of the poems,
. ..n, ,ir -miii on nis spectacles and wiped them with hi
iiiiiuiKeicniei.
How many sheep have you, Monsieur Mignot ?'
iiuce nunureu anu nine, when 1 counted them vester
nay. ine flock has had ill fortune. To that number it
?creawa irom eignt hundred and fifty."
You have a wife and a home, and lived in comfort. Th
mei'p orougni you Dientv. You went intn tha fiai.i..
tbm and lived in the keen air and ate the sweet bread of
Contentment. You had but to be vigilant and recline there
"upon nature s breast, listening to the whistle of the black
birds m tne grove. Ani I right thus far?"
"It was so," pa'd David.
'I have read all your verses," conHnuert Monsieur
Bnl, his eyes wandering about hi rea of books as if he
conned the horizon for a sail. "Look yonder, through that
window, Monsieur Mitfnot tell me what you see in that
tree.'' (
'X hve a crow," said David, looking.
'There is a bird," said Monsieur Bril, "that shall assist
Vne where 1 am disposed to shirk a duty. You know that
bird, Monsieur Mignot; he is the philosopher of the air.
He is happy through submisKlon to his lot. Nunc so merry
or full-crawed as he with his whimsical eye and rollicking
nep. ine neius yieni mm wnai ne desires, tie never
grieves that his plumage is not gay, like the oriole's. And
you have heard, Monsieur Mignot. the notes that nature
has given him? Is the nightingale any happier, do you
think?"
David rose to his feet. The crow cawed harshly from
his tree.
"I thank you. Monsieur Bril," he said slowly. "There
was not, then, one nightingale note amon all those
croaks?"
"I cou'd not have missed it." said Monsieur Bril, with
a sigh. "I read every word. Live your poetry, man; do
not try to write it any more."
There, then, is the other pathway clearly pointed out.
It is possible to be happy, however ambition be thwarted.
But, as the story goes, LXuvid went to his home ami blew
out his brains. It has been said that one cannot agrue
with the choice of a soul.
TRY THIS ON YOUR CALCULATOR
(Omaha Bee.)
Under the head of light employment comes the .job
of the man who is always figuring up how far something
would reach if placed end to end. It is quite possible that
if all the spaghetti manufactured in Omaha were placed
end to end it would reach to the moon, but after that were
done, what then? No one could use it as a ladder nor
would it be practicable to attempt to look, through the
hole, though one might try shouting through it to astonish
the man in the moon. Spaghetti is not to be measured in
feet, out by the amount of sustenance it provides.
If all the railway lines in America were placed end to
end, they would reach somewhere no one want to go to
and back it has all been figured out, but we have not the
estimate at hand. If the Missouri river were straightened
out it might reach to Pekin, China, and steamboats would
have no trouble navigating it. but so far congress has
failed to be guided by such tips.
Now comes this same anonymous mathematician with
the flat declaration that if all the motor cars in the United
States were placed in a lino with fur feet intervening
between each pair of cars, thev would form a procession
20,000 miles long. Somehow this fails to give a thrill; a
skeptical public rises to inqu're why the four feet inter
val. This is not the way to compute those things; the only
accepted method is placing them end to end, and until Ihi
Calculator has revised his system, no one is going to listen
to him. '
When this is done, there are a few other odd jobs thnt
might be essayed: Take all the good intentions, add to
it all the wasted effort and then place end to end nil the
meaningless statistics that clutter up the world, join to
this the empty boasts that speak of immensity rather thrn
utility, then cod the result up in a neat roll and let js
know, Mr. Calculator, how far you can throw it ofT the
longest pier jutting into the Atlantic ocean.
HOW TIME FLIES!
(Nebraska City Press.)
In the fites of an old newspaper which we read just
the other day we ran across a little "item" calling atten
tion to the growing indifference ,of bicycle riders to the
rights of pedestrians. The writer declared that a speed
of 10 miles an hour maintained by a bicycle "fiend" meant
the depopulation of the community and that the violators
of the traffic regulations should be drawn and quartered
for their disregard of what was considered to be a "safe"
rate of speed. That was twenty-five years ago. If he
were alive today we wonder just how, as an editor, he
would view the antics of the modern speed fiend who
dashes across the intersections at 23 miles an hour, evi
dently depending upon his guardian angel to be good to
him. The world has moved rapidly since 18!)G when the
bicycle "speeder" made life miserable for the folks here
abouts. 1
THE ALCOHOLIC. MELON.
(Minden Courier.)
A Colorado man declares he has the secret of propa
gating watr-melons that will contain a 10 per cent con
tent of alcohol. He says he can plug the melon while itV
growing insert a certain chemical, replace the plug, make
t airt'gnt with beeswax and the melon will go on matur
ng while tho chemical inside ferments und puts a genu;ne
kick into it by the time it is ripe. We're not advertising
the gentleman s claim with any desire to boost the price
of melons in Minden the coming season, but we want to
show to what extent some people are going to find some
thing with a kick in it. It needn't worry the "drys"
though, because we suppose we ll still be able to buy a
kickless melon. But it will mean more work for the re
formers, and especially if it leads to the "whisky cante
loupe" or the "brandy squash.".
' SOME GOOD ADVIC E.
(Elbert Hubbard)
If you work for a man, in heaven's name work for
him. If he pays you wages that supply bread and butter,
butter, work for him, speak well of him.-stand by him ami
stand for the institution he represents. If put to a pinch
an ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. If you
must vellify, condemn and eternally disparage, why, re
sign our posmon ami. wnen you arc on the outside, curse
o your heart's content.
LORETTE
By CLARA C. HOLMES.
bjr McClur ?'raipr Syndicate )
Lorette slipped Into tier bunting
Jacket and hurried out to the front
pliiKivji. It whs not five o'clock, scarce
ly duwn, yet she bad not needed the
ulnrin to arouse her. Her usually pink
clucks were crimson, and her dark
eyes were bright as stars as she con
templated the handsome creuture
which Hugh bad assured her was to
be her's that day.
- At first, she demurred against
Hugh's tactics. ."It's not fair, to bait
'em end then shoot 'em," she' said.
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ALLIANCE, NEBRASKA
and started in to build the home for
the old gentleman.
THE COURAGE TO BE IGNORANT
! Is the topic of an editorial in this
month's issue in the Red Book by
Bruce "Barton, and a good one it is,
too.
He boosts Mr. Socrates quite a lot
about knowing almost everything
there was in that day to know, and he
even cites Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, as
one of the later ones who knew a lot
I'd much rather get oue honestly , about most everything, but says, that
in had not Hoy P.ehL-.r seen her i ul
frmi, ,i,. .i.:11,,: ;fff.vi ,. !own Ijusines
so she
t .... . . 1 1 . i -. . .
mi cx-.-oituer wno went up n.uuu feet in the air re
coveied his speech; on the other hand, most neonle un in
the air would be extremely lucky if they lost theirs.
i iiuuuviiuia nuuu American. .
We trust that postmasters will not interpret Mr. Havs'
instructions to keep in touch with what is going on in
their communities as permission to read any mail except
n.. .l . X-... 1
Some men who came to Washington talking ubout
what they did for their political ticket are beginning to
wonder what they'll do about their railroad ticket.
Washington 1 o.t.
THINGS TO BE THANKFUL FOR
(Lincoln Star)
In these days of industrial turmoil and dijontent, with
the business depression, low prices, for firm products,
scarcity of jobs, high taxes, profiteerinjr, high railroad
freezing of the fruit buds and apprehension over what
longress may do contributing to popular pessimism, it
may be well to consider how much better otf Americans
are with all their troubles, than people in most other
countries.
We have had an open winter, for one thing, and there
has been no suffering from a fuel shortage. .Wheat is
starting out in fine shape, and farmers are having favor
able weather to prepare for planting other crops. Prices
have been somewhat reduced on many staples of life, and
there has been little actual destitution throughout the
country, even though many industries have been shut down
or running on part time only and labor has not been fully
employed.
Here are a few things that Americans can be thankful
for:
That they are not living in England, where a strike of
two million coal miners, railway employes and transport
umkeiH threaten to tie un all kinds of business and stop
manufactures, besides depriving; t.:e people of fuel in their
homes. "
That they are not living in Ireland, where a deadly
x'it-t ..uJ uuu truev..a va.iare is claimiag victims
c.
TtU they ere not located in the dev.-.-?-' ' cc-.- o
I"i c ...... tie'- u.-n, v.ec sui-vi,iug u. i i..
Meransson, the explorer, says there is no "frozen
north." Pretty soon somebody will come along and try to
ronvir us that there is no i olid uouth. New York liven
ing Mail.
The Nashville Banner fears the ex-kaiser's book-writ
ing will put him behind with his wood-sawinc. The read
ers he puts to sleep will muke up for that loss. Arkansas
Gazette.
The daily paper published at Sing Sing prison is hav
ing labor troubles, it is reported. Well, at any rate, their
labor can't walk out on them. Nashville Southern Lum
berman.
The Washington Post says the republican party made
a respectable showing last November. Is a mob respect
able? We were lynched; that's what we were .Houston
Post.
The Democrats of the nation took the "kick" out of
our lives, and then the kick of the nation took the Demo
crats out of our lives. Columbia Record.
At this season one shouldn't waste much sympathy
on the man with the hoe. He is probably digging worms
for bait. Worcester Gazette.
We can't hope to settle this prohibition controversy
until we make up our minds to try it and see how
works. Utica Telegram.
it
Hungary evidently renlizes that she can't be cured by
an heir of the dog that bit her. Norfolk Virginian-Pilot
run blin down "
When Hugh begun to laugh, she de
cided to. say 'nothing more.
Although Hugh was a law student
In Boston, he was a native uf the back
wood's district, un expert shot, and
he bud taught his dazzling cousin to
aim a rifle unerringly. She had never
shot a deer; yet she could.
When Lorette reached the piazza,
there wns nobody theiv. She uttered
a cry of Impatience; then, remember
ing the dance the nlglit before, she tt
down to wait.
As she shivered In the silence, her
mind reverted to her parting with
lhivid. Again she wns dir. lug with
him ut the Landry enfe, restless under
his reproachful gn'ze.
"Lore He, I've seen you out several
times recently. In the company of
someone else. In fact, I've done de
tective work on my own 'nccmint. I've
decided not to stnud in that other 'fel
low's way:"
It was trui! she Imd gone out many
times with Cousin Illicit a1icii he was
attending law school ; she had been
proud to 1; escorted by Ilirh. It was
all right, too; she oiiiid have explained
for him had
home
apology would do for ltoy
wisely had said notliiin;.
Now she was dreiiin!!ig about David;
'he t liouj.ii t she had n.ct him in the li
irnry at home. She gave him only a
cold, pessing glance, but an expression
of disappointment clouded Ids hand
some face, which wns so touching, ln-
leed, that she had awakened.
"Out so early, Loriei" Hugh's voice
scattered her despondent thoughts.
"What have you for a guu?" Hugh
next asked.
"My shotgun. Oh." she added In sur
prise, "you have a rifle. We can't
hunt with rllles In our Mate."
"We if! ha' k here." he returned.
Lorette was lntuith!y uneasy, but
again she said nothing.
Cautiously the two people moved or
waited In the stillness, broken only by
crumbling leaf or n rebounding
brunch. At last a large deer. was
spied, bi.t he saw or winded his pur
suers and bounded away with prodi
gious leaps.
"We will go to the Bend," suggested
Hugh. "I will patrol one side of the
trentn and you can watch the other."
Lorette had been alone only a short
time when she plainly saw two deer.
Kvldcntly the animals had seen some
thing or someone, but not her. Lorette
raised her gun nnd Its report rang out.
She thought she saw one of the nlert
creatures fall, but the other, followed
by the bullets of another gun, bounded
Into an alder thicket.
Then Lorette heard she felt every
bit of hope leave her the sound of a
man's moans. '
Spiritless, she stood watching for a
sign of Hugh across the river. With
an effort at Inst she raised her fright
ened voice :
Hngli ! iuvi- SiUM
lie aijjwered from the log crossing,
u little way up stream.
He ran Into the alder thicket, Lor
ette following him, but he turned to
her with his face aghast.
'Don't come, don't come," be plead
ed.
He tried to wave her back, endeav
ored to tell her that they had made a
mistake, but she pushed by blin and
passed on.
A hunter, wounded, nlready hnd re
moved his coat, and was trying to stop
ihe How of blood. Luckily. Lorette
knew something about first aid. She
got il.e gauze si ! thoughtfully had1
tucked Into her Jacket pocket. Hugh
hud a striMig cord along -with him.- To
gelher they bound up the Mesh wound.
Then Lorette felt her strength forsak
ing her nguln. She sank Into an alder
clump unconscious.
When she revived she heard Hugh's
voice :
"You stay with her. I'll go for Doc
tor r.iiss."
She heard his retreating footsteps
and opened her eyes. A caressing voice
reassured her.
"Everything Is nil right. Lorette."
"David, how cuiue you here?"
"Hugh fold ine. Why didn't you say
he was a member of your family, Lor
ette?" "How came you here?" bhe re
peated. "At the club, one day, I was con
gratulating Hugh on Jils fair lady. He
said, at length, that you were coming
here gunning. Naturally 1 wanted to
come, too. I uiu sorry for this acci
dent. I've got a clean rllle shot right
through my arm."
"Oh !" gasped Lorette. "I I
thought "
"What did you .hoot at?" David In
terrupted. "1'wtts sure I shot a deer," she r
IUe1, luughingjy.
"IjM'8 go see."
these kind of men are
which is no doubt true.
real scarce,
But the old gentleman was called to
California for several months, and th
young man seeing a chance to skimp
the work and save a little money could
net resist the temption, and accord
ingly began a series of material, man
ipulation, so that he would make quite
a hit with the old gentleman, and yet
he knew that his father-in-laV ha.l
told him to make this house of the
very best of materials, and finish it
with the best of materials, with the
hard wood floors and equip it with the
best of mahogany furniture. Of '
course he did not tell him what the
house was being built and furnished
for, but the young man followed the
same tactics throughout the whole
house, and skimped and manipulated,,
and frauded the goods and material,
even using oak veneer for the hard
wood floors! and veneered furniture,
but saved some money. When finally
the old gentleman came home he
looked the house over, and it looked
fine, he complimented the young man
highly, and asked if he had money
enough to finish it and was told that
there was some left, whereupon the
old gentleman seempd a little disap-
Mr. Barton says also that he knows I
a man in New York city who knows a
lot about lots of things, even knows
what play is playing at every theatre
I in New York City, and what part of
' the llnitpil States chews the most I
chewing gum, and where in the United j Panted but only said: "Well, 1 wanted
States has the highest percentage of ! ' to be as I told you when I left, the
unhappy marriages, and other things I best that money could buy, for it is
too numerous to mention, and on top to on me nome oi my tiaugnier, so it
of that he draws a salary of $40.00 ' is now our aml 1 hoPe il is as Sd
per ween.
He also knows another man who
knows one line so much better than
any one else knows it that he can ex
, change his know ledge of that one line
' for a salary of a hundred thousand
dollars a year, nnd yet this man i3
rather dull, to visit with, in all but
mis one line, but taken altogether one
line is enough if one knows it well
enough.
All of which b
of saving that we
Such also is the difference between
good merchandise and the skimpy,
shoddy manipulated, reconstructed
merchandise that is offered to the pub
lic, and oftentimes is bought by the
public for almost as much money as
the good clean first class virgin wool
merchandise, that we have here for
sale, and what we sell is always
backed up by the label of a boni-fide
manufacturer, and we have lowered
i mir nrln tn mppt nnv rormetition on
ngs us to the point j the e , uaiity of p;)0(iS( and we are
aiC SiUdVing our i ,....:.;. cllf? run in urnve it
L I .1. . .... 1 I " W-S . j i
s so nam inai. we nue
to you.
no
Thev found him. Just where he had
-t:A of t bous'r prrbter. to keep the ful'.,-ij, M inngnirl.. n. big untleml deer.
vl;3 runnlns r.I&hi ar.d r.. ;a !:r.a Ti-t.
meat is, and couldn't tell anybody in
Alliance what is the value of a dozen
egg.-i, but we can tell you that the
price we have on overalls this week,
is the best value that you can find
in all this big broad land of ours, in
the same quality. Just think these
overalls are the big roomy kind, and
two twenty weight denims, in the high
hack kind bearing the union label, and
for the price of one dollar and seventy-five
cents.
On our price on overalls is reflected
also in our price on the good spring
union su;ts at the price of one dollar
and a quarter, which is a good one in
the balbriggan in the ecru shade with
short sleeves and ankle length, closed
crotch.
A GOOD FATHER-IN-LAW.
Was the one who asked his new
son-in-law if he would superintend the
building of a good home for him, and
the young man accepted the position,
Y'ours as" always,
"Modern Clothes For Men."
After the big wrestling match
come to the theatre, a peppy col
lege comedy it will start about
the time the matcji is over. 44
CARD OF THANKS
I wish to. ex-press my thanks, to the
many friends who have assisted
through the illness of Mrs. Coleman,
and to the teachers of Emerson school.
Royal Highlanders, ladies aid of the
Baptist church, and all friends, for
their kindness and beautiful floral of
ferings. W. A. COLEMAN. 44p
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