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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (May 11, 1923)
ONE OF OURS r.jr WILLA CATHER. Famous Nebraska Author. (Continued from l'esterdn).) SYNOPSIS. (Inode Wheeler, non of a Nebraska rancher, l» disappointed In wedded life with fnld Rojce, religious daughter of Janon Roy re, Frankfort. Neb., miller. After a year and a half together she goes to China, where her younger sinter. Caro line. a missionary. Is HI. Claude goes to officer** training camp and Is commis sioned a lieutenant. While attending a small denomiiNtt lonal college In Lincoln he became a friend of the Erlich family, a motherly widow and her five sons. Claude ha* friends in Ernest Havel mid Leonard Dawson, young Nebraska farm er* and neighbors of the Wheeler family. He ha* an elder brother. Hayllss, In bn*l ne*» In Frankfort, hi* father, Nat, and a .monger brother, Ralph. Ills mother is prideful of her sons. While home on leave from ramp Claude finds he loves (■lady* Farmer, high school friend of his wife. Claude leaves with his company for Europe. On hoard the transport he makes friends with Victor Horse an aviator; Albert Usher, young marine from W yoming; Private Bert Fuller, a \ Irglnla soldier, and Corporal Tannhauser and Lieut. Fanning. An epidemic of *'fln breaks out on ahphoard ami Claude is kept busy caring for the sick, (’nn’oc)1 Tannhauser and four other solders die and are burled at sea. CHAPTER VI f. B company’s first officer. Captain Maxey, was so seasick throughout the voyage that he was of no help to his men in the epidemic. It must have been a frightful blow to his pride, for nobody was ever more anxious to do an officer’s whole duty. Claude had known Hards Maxey slightly m Lincoln: had met him at the Erlichs' and afterward kept up a campus acquaintance with him. He hadn’t liked Maxey then, and he didn't like him now, hut he thought him a good officer. Maxey's family were poor folk from Mississippi, who had settled in Nemaha county, and he was very ambitious, not only to get on in the world, hut, as he said, to "be somebody." His life at the University was a feverish pursuit >f social advantages and useful ac quaintances. His feeling for the "right people" amounted to venera tlon. After his graduation. Maxey served on the Mexican border. lie was a tireless drill master, and threw himself into his duties with all the energy of which his frail physique was capable. He was slight and fnir skinned; a rigid jaw threw his lower teeth out beyond the upper ones and made his face look stiff. His whole manner, tense and nervous, was the expression of a passionate desire to excel, Claude seemeu id wnwn ■>* leading a double life these days. hen he was working over Fanning, or was down in the hold helping to take rave of the sick soldiers, he had nil time to think, did mechanically the next thing that came to hand. But when he had an hour to himself on deck, the tingling sense of ever-widening freedom flashed up in him again. The weather was a continual adventure: he had never known any like it before The fog, and rain, the grey skv and the lonely grey stretches of the ocean were like somethin? lie ban imagined long ago—memories of old sea stories read in childhood, perhaps — and they kindled a warm spot in bis heart. Here on the Anchlses he seemed to begin where childhood had left off. The ugly hiatus between bad closed up. Years of his life were blotted out In the fog. This fog which had been at first depressing bad become a shelter; a tent moving through space, hiding one from all that had been before, giving one n chance to correct one’s ideas about life and to plan the future. The past I was physically shut off: that was his illusion.' He had already traveled a great many more miles than were told Off by the ship’s log. When Bandmaster Fred Max asked him to plav chess, he had to stop a moment and think why it was that game had such disagreeable associations for him. Enid's pale, deceptive face sel dom rose before him unless some such accident brought It up. If be happened to come upon a group of hoys talking about their sweethearts and war-brides, he listened a moment and then moved a wav with the happv feeling that lie was the least married man on the boat. There was plenty of deck room. ! now that so many men were ill either from sea-sickness or the epidemic, and sometimes he and Albert l “her had the stormy side of the boat al most to themselves. The marine was the best sort of companion for these' gloomy (lays: steady, quiet, self reliant. And he. too, was always looking forward. As for ' ictor Morse, Claude was growing positively fond of him. Victor had tea in a special corner of the officers smok ing-room every afternoon—he would have perished without it—and the steward always produced some spe cial garnishes of toast and jam or sweet biscuit for him. Claude usually managed to join him at that hour. On the day of Tanuhauser's funeral he went Into the smoking room at 4. Victor beckoned the steward and told him to bring a couple of hot whiskeys with the tea. "You're very wet, you know. Wheeler, and you really should. There." he said he put down his glass, "don't you feel better with a drink?" "Very much. X think I'll have an other. It's agreeable to be warm In side." “Two more, steward, and bring me some fresh lemon.” The occupants of the room were either reading or talking In low tones. One of tli» Swedish hoys Was playing softly on the old piano. Vlrtor began to pour the tea. He had a neat way of doing It. and today lie was especially solicitous. "This Scotch mist gets into one's bones, doesn't it? I thought you were looking rather seedy when I passed you on deck." "I was un with Tannhauser last night. Didn't get more than an hour’s sleep,' Claude murmured, yawning. “Ves, I heard you lost your big corporal. I’m sorry. I've had b.-id news. too. It’s out now that were to make a French port. That dashes ail my plana. However, c e»t la guerre!" He pushed back his cup TROUBLED WITH P1FULJPLES On Face. Large, Red and Hard. Cuticura Heals. '• I was troubled with pimples and blackheads on my (ace (or some time. The pimples were large, red and hard, and some ol them were very painful. 1 had so many pim ples that they caused disfigurement lor the time. “I tried different remedies but they did not help sny. I read an adver tisement for Cuticura Soap and Ointment and purchased some, and after using one cake of Cuticura Soap and one bos of Cuticura Ointment I was completely healed.” (Signed) Miss Elizabeth Johnson, Bo* t79, Herman, Minn. Use Cuticura Soap. Ointment and Talcum (or all toilet purpose*. Su.pl. SMbfrMbr U.n A'Mr~. Uk •r.UrlM. n.p. a. HU.,. «• Mu. "wr wti«u. H.—PMf (ilntaiMitMAiwtHir T.lruaiMr ■VCuMawa lass aha*** wittoat aus. with a smug. lake a turn out side?" Claude had often wondered why Vic tor liked him, since he was so little Victor's kind. "If it isn't a secret," he said, “I'd like to know how you ever got into the British army, any way." As they walked up and down in the rain, Victor told his story briefly. When he had finished high school, lie had gone into his father's bank at Crystal Lake as bookkeeper. After banking hours lie skated, played ten nis. or worked in tlie strawberry bed. according to the season. He bought two pairs of white pants every sum mer and ordered his shirts from Chi cago and thought lie was a. swell, he said. IJi- got himself engaged to the preacher's daughter. Two years ago, the Hummer lie was 20, his father wanted him to see Niagara Kalis; so he wrote a modest check, warned his son against saloons—Victor had never been inside one—against, expensive hotels nad women who came up to ask the time x\11iir,tit an introduction, 'and sent him off. telling him it wasn't I necessary to fee porters nr waiters. At Niagara Falls, Victor fell In with some yong Canadian officers who opened bis eyes to a great many things. He went over to Toronto with them. Enlistment was going strong, and lie saw an avenue of es cape from the hank and the straw berry-bed. The air force seemed the most brilliant and attractive branch of the service. They accepted him, and here lie was. “You'll never go home again.” Claude said with conviction. "1 don't see you settling down in any little Iowa town.” "In the air service," said Victor carelessly, "we don't concern our selves about the future. It's not worth while.” He took out a dull gold eigaret case which Claude had no ticed before. ‘‘Let me see that a minute will i you? I’ve often admired it. A pres i ent from somebody you like isn't it?" A twitch of feeling, something ' quite genuine, passed over the air i man's boyish face, and his rathe; 1 small red mouth compressed sharply "Yes. a woman I want you to meet Here," twitching his chin over h; high collar, “I'll write Maisie's ad j dress on my card: 'Introducing Lieut. Wheeler. A. L. F.’ That's all i you’ll need If you should get to London before I do. don't hesitate. Call on her at once. Present this card, and she'll receive you.” Claude thanked him and put the card In his pocketbook, while Victor lit a cigaret. "I haven’t forgotten that you're dining with us at the Savoy, if we happen in London to gether. If I'm there, you can always find me. Her address is mine. It will really be a great thing for you i to meet a woman like Maisle. Shell be nice to you. because you're my ! friend." He went on to say that she ; had done everything in the world for him; had left her husband and given | her friends on his account. She now had a studio Hat in Chelsea, where! she simply waited his coming and i dreaded his going. It was an awful j life for her. She entertained other 1 officers, of course, old acquaintances, I but it was all camouflage. He was the man. Victor went so far as to produce her picture, and Claude gazed with out knowing what to say at a large moon-shaped face with heavy-lidded, weary eyes, the neck clasped by a pearl collar, the shoulders bare to the matronly swell of the bosom There was not a line or wrinkle in that smooth expanse of flesh, but from the heavy mouth and chin, from the very shape of the face, it was i easy to see that she wag quite old enough to lie Victor's mother. Across the photograph was written In a large splashy hand. A mon Hlgle! Had Victor been delicate enough to leave him in any doubt. Claude would have preferred to believe that his relations with this lady were wholly of a filial na t u re. “Women like her simply don't exist in your part of the world." the aviator murmured, as he snapped the photograph case. “She's a linguist and musician and all that. With her, every day living is a fine art. Life, as she says, is what one makes it. In Itself, it's nothing. Where you came from It's nothing—a sleeping j sickness." Claude laughed. "I don't know that I agree with you, hut I like to hear you talk." "Well; In that part of France that's all shot to pieces, you'll find more life j going on In the cellars than in your home tow n, wherever that Is. I'd j rather be a stevdore in the London' docks than a hanker-king In one of your prairie states. In London. If I you're lucky epough to have a shill ing. you cm. get something (or It."' I "Yes, thing.! are pretty tame at i home," the oilier admitted. "Tame.* My t>od, i:'s death In life! What's left of men if you take all the fire cut of them? They're afraid of everything! I know them; Sunday school sneaks, prowling around those little towns after dark!" Victor abruptly dismissed the- subject. "By ihc way, you're pals with the doctor, aren't you? I'm needing some medi cine that is somewhere In my lost trunk. Would you mind asking him If he can put up this prescription? X don't want to go to him myself. All these medicos blab, and he might re port me. I’ve been lucky dodging medical inspections. You see, I don’t want to get held up anywhere. Tell him It’s not for you, of course." When Claude presented the piece of blue paper to Doctor Trueman, he smiled contemptuously. "I see; this has been tilled by a London chemist. No, we have nothing of tills sort.” He handed It bark. "Those things are only palliatives. If your friend wants that, he needH treatment, and he knows where he can get it.’’ Claude returned the slip of paper to Victor as they left the dining room after supper, telling him he hadn't been able to get any. "Sorry,” said Victor. flushing haughtily. "Thank you so much!" (t'ontlniiril in Tile .Morning Her.) On the Screen Today. Strand—“Within The Law.” Sun—"Souls For Sale.” Rialto—“Scars of Jealousy.” Moon—“The Abymal Brute.” World—"Prisoner.” Muse—"The Gentleman From Amer ica.” Kin press—"Environment.” (iraml—"The Love Special.” Hamilton—"Under Two Flags " Victoria—“Son of Wallingford.” REEL REMARKS By the M. P. Editor ■■Hoot" Oibson is to return to us. For be it known “Hoot” Gibson is i Tekamah (Neb.) boy who became a hard-riding cowboy, Just tiie type to fill a smart aleck none too romantic role in westerns. He was human and vertatlle. although he never was sheiky. Then he got married. We don't know whether or nor it was Mrs. Gibson or "Hoot’’ himself, but soon he announced himself as Edward (Hoot) Gibson, and then as Edward Oibson. Awfully nice in electric lights, but beginning to be punk in box office returns. So now Edward Is sunk: there are no more parentheses, and our "Hoot” is back—in wild and wooly westerns. ' At the Screen Door By CLARKE IRVINE. Thanks for the donations to this kollm. Evrlbodi is inwited to step in and say their funniest; original or overheard. Hollywood drug note: Connie Tal madge has done her hair in jailer! The parrafine frying pan this week goes to H. B. K. Willis, clever report er of the Los Angeles Times who sent in this whiz: "They’re even cover ing up the wagons in Hollywood." ("The Covered Wagon" is now on.) I asked Doug Fairbanks the other night what he thought Napoleon could do were he here today. "He’d be a picture director,” replied the tanned son of the cinema. Pretty deep! Director Frank Rorzage outdoes Griffith! He has St. Peter under con tract and is making scenes In heaven —for his new picture, o’ courael Junior League Revue Gayety Theater MAY 11-12 Lots of Beauty, Fun and Pep PRICES NIGHT 75C 81.50 82.50 83.50 SATURDAY MATINEE 35c 75c 81.00 82.00 Tickets on Sele et Bon Otlice Proceed* to Dey Nursory Man or Devil—Which? 1 Was Dr. Lamb a mes senger of Science or a mad I fanatic from Hell? Would * his Blind Bargain plunge Civilization back to the chaos of the Ape Man? Could He Mike Old Men Yount By the Monkey Gland Theory That’s the daring theme in the “A Blind Bargain” Featuring the mailfr of malce.>up, LON CHANEY In conjunction with FIRST MOTION PICTURES of champion heavyweight of South America LUIS FIRPO —in—— “Can He Conquer Dempsey” Monte Banks REEL COMEDY 6 A.M. 1 This is a 12-Reel Program STARTS TOMORROW No Advance in Prices Mats., 20c Eve’s, 25c Our Children By ANGELO PATKI. The Dancing lesson. When I nai little the grown folk I used to speak lightly of the dancing | lesson. Foolishness! Waste of time! Fit only for empty heads. Silly sort of play, whirling around and around! They may have been right about that sort of dancing. That is not the kind I mean. It isn't any of those things. It is the secret of teaching the children the very'poetry of mo tion: a motion that is as suave as a I sonata, as gracious ns a St. Gaudens | statue, as lovely as a Corot spring. There is no foolishness in that. | There is the keenest kind of intelli gence at work. There is no waste of time but a very sane use of It. I The child is learning to control his ! body in a way that fills him with an [artist's delight in it; in a way fhat j sends a thrill of health and vitality I through every fiber of his,being; in u way Ihat teaches hn the closeness, the perfect harmony that abides be tween his body and spirit. Did you ever watch a great bear relax his body, dropping oil the weight from his linger ends; off his shoogly toes, until lie lay, a great brown heap, so soft, so easy, so restful? He looked as though a lift of your wee finger would raise him easily. And all the while you knew that one flirt of his sprawly paw would wipe you off as a child would brush out a fly. Clumsy creature? Suppose you try. Drop the weight from your shoul ders and let your arms hang limp and boneless and fn perfect ease. Do the same thing with your legs and your back and lie down on the floor .in a soft, unresisting heap and rest there with long, happy sighs. You can't, because you have never had the right sort of dancing teacher. That's why you get so tired and cramped up and nervous, and have to take annoying vacations. You never learned how to control your body so as to conserve and use its energy, to relax like the big brown beat. The little children who go to the j right dancing school learn how to | be "bears.” They learn how to carry 1 great strength with tremendous ease. ' They learn that strength can be used | with seemingly effortless motions that : rest the body Instead of wearying it. They learn that they can lean on j their spirit to carry them up beyond j the plane of effort without strain and ' with the sense of gracious loveliness and alluring beauty. If you have, a tense little child, i teaching la the thing needed. He I needs the Intelligent dancing teacher I who floods him with music and shows hint the way to the freedom of his I body, to the elimination of cramping ] Inhibitions that kill his spontaneity land Joy. Some day we will have such lessons j in all our schools. I hope so, because | I know that when a child has mas j tered the technique that allows him i to relax and energize his body, when I lie can be a bear asleep or a fairy Krug Park Opens Saturday, May 12th at 7 P. 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With a Splendid Cast of Players Including CULLEN LANDIS WANDA HAWLEY Earle Williams - Alice Calhoun Auspices Tangier Temple But Not a Masonic Picture Selected by a Committee of 60 Omaha Men as One of the Best Productions of the Season. twirling on his tms—lip lias a mind i free as his laxly anfl a freed mind ran be tiitight anything one wants to take the trouble to teach It. (Copyright, Ifil.) Castellar School Boy, 13, Is Found Drinking Whisky The arrest of Lloyd Mills, 13, 2311 South Nineteenth street, brought to a head rumors current for several days that boys of Castellan school were Indulg-.nK In drinking parties held after class hours. Detectives found him drinking whis ky from a hot tele hidden near the school. Since the foundation of the Ger man empire In IK" 1, l.OOtl different postage stamps have been Issued. A Sailor *3 Myth-Some Call the Sar gasso Sea!— —yet the atla* *how* it here! Lying beneath a tropic ■—moon almott at the gateway to the Gulf of Mexico! Such ii the setting for the most unusual picture of the « year—the novelty melodrama of a decade. A tale of pirate gold, and love, of adventure, romance, daring, that makes you forget you’ve grown up! A Personally Directed MAURICE TOURNEUR PRODUCTION Starts Sunday MARRIED MEN Seem to Think EVERY DAY is APRIL I YOU CAN T FOOL YOUR rWIFE'-n I LCATaiCC JOV I NITA NALDI I Leans ston€-< ^-PAULINE GAOONJ SUNDAY | STRAND | Vaudeville—Photoplays TOMORROW A Banner Bill With Three Star Features Vardon & Perry Comedy song characterisations Hannefcrd Family Equestrian Sensation Extraordinary Maude Leone Omaha's Own Theatrical Celebrity Other De Luxe Vaudeville in Addition to ETHEL CLAYTON in the Powerful Screen Play “CAN A WOMAN LOVE TWICE?” ' - «<_ y^T prtsati ' Scars c| Jealousy STARTS SATURDAY LEAH BAIRD and TOM SANTSCHI “Is Oivorce a Failure” Big Dramatic Spectacle Summer Price# 10c 20c 30c N N 0 0 W W Will It Parallel "Smilin' Throujh «•• NEIGHBORHOOD THEATERS GRAND .... 16th and Rmne? WALLACE REID in "THE LOVE SPECIAL" HAMILTON . 40th and Hamilton PRISCILLA DEAN •n "UNDER TWO FLAGS" VICTORIA - - “Cooleat in Omaha’' ALL STAR CAST In "THE SON OF WALLINGFORD" LAST LAST DAY tiiyj TIMES “SOULS for SALE” LAST TIMES TONIGHT !>»>>* raa vs “The Abysmal Brute” When in Omaha Stop at ' Hotel Rome