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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 20, 1928)
TODAY BY ARTHUR BRISBANE President Coolidge’s message to congress astos for 15 cruisers, ex plaining that a big navy Is no bar to the Kellogg peace pact. That's true, and it wouldn’t make much differ ence if it w'ere a bar. A navy is a reality. A peace pact is a piece of paper. Those that prattle about peace when there is no safe peace except In protection, should consider the 60,000,000 Jauanese living beside more than 500.000.000 Chinese. Chinese as a race are probably abler than the Japanese. But Japan dominates China and stands an equal air.nog the nations. China stands nowhere The Japan ese know how to protect them selves; desiring peace, they are ready to fight, if necessary. President Coolidge say’s thti country is not "militaristic or im perialistic.” Certainly not, but it is an empire, a solid one, all tied together, lrom the northwestern tip of Alaska to the southeastern Up of Florida. And it means to be ready for un pleasant approaches by anybody that is militaristic. The president puts it mildly when he tells congress “the country can regard the present with satisfaction and anticipate the future with op timism.” The Gauls told Alexander that the only thing they feared was that the sky might fall on them. The only thing Americans have to tear is their own foolishness. Another gentleman, with no of ficial title, has a message for con gress. His name is old Mr Power Lobby, and his boss is that import ant person, the Power Trust. His message to congress is not printed, no advance copy sent to ed itors. But the public will know, by by watching congress, how effecUve and how "convincing” the message Ls. • —. . ■■■ Watch your heart, especially if you have responsibilities and wor ries, before it is too late. Five docters are watching King George’s heart now, too late per haps His temperature is lower, con gestion in the lungs has subsided. But doctors warn against optimism, because of that weak heart. Mentally, as Goethe said, it is "courage gone, everything gone.” Physically, it is "heart gone, everything gone.” Figures unfortunately, reveal the gravity of King George's illness. Yesterday it cost 90 per cent to In sure the king's life over Christmas. The king’s doctors, first two, then three, then four, now number five in attendence. These have titles of nobility which enable them to leave off the letters M. D. In Bri tain. to this day doctors have little social standing. As for the dentist, he has less than none. The "royal sign manual,” which means the king's signature is ne cessary on many documents, and the king is too ill to sign papers. A royal commission excercising cer tain of his powers, will include the queen, the Duke of York. Premier Baldwin, the archibishop of Canter bury and the lord chancellor. These dignitaries make up the functioning machinery of the em pire. Its backbone is the house of commons, its ornamental ruffle the house of lords. The new "Perry cutoff” reduces traveling time between Chicago and Tampa, Fla., by eight hours. The first train went over the cut off yesterday. Good news for Florida, better news for Chicago. The real cutoff will be the air plane, enabling Chicago to spend one week end in Florida, the next in California, with plenty of time for business in Chicago between. Vice President By leu of the Amer ican Petroleum institute urges a national program “for rationaliza tion of the oil industry.” The general public that owns 24,000.000 automobiles is more inter ested than oil producers in conser vation of the oil supply. The oil industry, once called "a monopoly,” is now intensely and destructively competitive. The gov ernment should control that. Goldman Sachs starts a $100,000. 000 trading corporation, inviting the public to buy 900 000 shares. Once you would have said, “What a gigantic company.” Now you say, “Nice little company, perhaps it will grow.” We get used to big things. Dr. Kong, minister of industry, commerce and labor in the new Chinese government, suggests an end of child labor, an eight-hour day for workers and profit-sharing in factories. Will the “heathen in his blind ness” end child labor ahead of this nation, which sends missionaries to convert the Chinese? The founder of Christianity probably would pre fer absence of child labor under Confucianism to the present child labor under a nretended Christian ity. _^ __ HARDENED From Tit-Bits, London It took the rescuers half an hour to clear away the mass of stones from the unfortunate man on whom the wall had fallen, and they had no expectation of finding him other than crushed flat. To their amazement, he rose to his feet and asked for a clothes brush. “Aren’t you crushed?” asked one onlooker. “Not likely,” said he, with a smile “I go through worse every cevning. I teach dancing at a night club.” ■ - ♦ ♦ Q. Is the g sounded in the word, recognizance? E. L. M. A. It is sounded in this word, and In all other words related to it. — ■..♦ ♦—— Or Another Maid. From Passing Show. Mistress 'to new maid): You will notice, Emily, I am a woman of a few words. When I nod, I mean "yes.” Maid: And when I shake my head It means “no.” Q. Are the Cambridge university copies of Samuel Pepys’ diaries in printed form or are they actually the diaries that he kept? C. W. P. A. The original diaries of Sam uel Pepys in the library of Magda lene college are in Pepys’ own writ ing. Most of the text is in a form of shorthand, with proper names and dates written is longhand. Out Our Way By Williams WATCHIW » \ NE.S. eTlCi? Them I arookio am’ watch th' OOvAiNl / acrobatics THERE GOES A Bolls we MOPE — HOW vnjaTcH — *■ J * .'S - W'fyM**** KAAKl^b INHvjM AKU'TW ~T<D MAM_!'c,il^ ni t st»«g J Blau Gas Is Not “Blur.” The recent development in air ship propulsion involving the use of oil gas as fuel has led to a revival of interest in this substance as well as to much misunderstanding, be ginning with the very name of the gas. As a matter of fact, it is not “blue” gas at all, but “blau” gas, so called because it was developed by a German chemist by the name of Blau. The misunderstanding arose because ‘“blau” in German means “blue.” Accounts have been given the im pression that blau gas is something quite new, which is by no means the case, as the development of this type of gas dates back to the work of Taylor in 1815, and. as a matter of fact, as early as 1823 there were 11 English municipal plants that used gas of this type. Quite a number of oils may be used for the manufacture of this kind of gas; for example, mineral oil distillates, distillates from lig nite tar or shale tar, and in tropical countries even vegetable oils, such as castor oil, have been employed. The Blau Gas company of Augs burg, Germany, produce a liquid oil gas which they call “blau gas” by gasifying the oil at temperatures of from 500 degrees to 600 degrees. This gas is next purified and com pressed to a pressure of 20 atmos pheres. In this way hydro-carbons of the benzine type are segregated, while the residuary gaseous ma terials are compressed to 100 atmos pheres. Under this latter pressure the gas is liquefied or loses a part of its very low boiling gaseous compounds. When used it is vaporized in a boil er at six atmospheric pressure and employed in the form of the result ing vapor. Apparently the main advantage in the carrying of blau gas on air ships is the fact that it simplifies the matter of compensating for loss of weight, which is a serious matter wrhen gasoline is used, and possibly makes the handling of an airplane easier. On the other hand, it must be very much more expensive than gasoline, and probably is not as ef ficient. . ..+ + -- Aimer In London 0. H. Eretherton in the North American Review. There is a fundamental reason why Aimee Semple McPherson has been unable to do any particular good over here tin Engktnd). She does not know it, yet it Ts illumi natingly revealed in the first words wrung from her by the assiduous news gatherer. “The English,” she said, "if you can get at their hearts, are the most emotional people in the world.” Now I admit that the English are a deal more sentimental than they let on to be. Whether they are emotional, which is not at all the same thing I am not so sure. But this I do know, that nothing on earth will get them to be emotional about their souls. Since the Reformation, and per haps since long before that, the English have learned to treat re ligion as a rational and not as an emotional exercise. An emotionless austerity goes to the very essence of practically every English sect and creed. There is, I agree, the Salva tion Army, but the Salvation Army secures its recuits by practical phil anthropy and practical humanity. Its carybanic Christianity is but the sign in which it conquers—and it conquers only the down-and-out. In any case we are. In so far as religion is concerned, as unemo tional as terrapins. But other dif ficulties. as Mrs. McPherson soon discovered, lurk in her four square wake. In America the mass produc tion of emotion has reached a fine art. In Britain it is hardly under stood. You have only got to see our pro letariat. on whom alone It is prac ticed, listening to a communist ora tor in Trafalgar Square to realize that. We are the most individualLs The Curb-Side Pump Many cities, anxious about their general appearance, have objected to the curbstone gasoline pump. Merchants have felt that they had a right to place a pump in front of their places of business, without get ing the consent of anybody. Oshkosh, Wis., recently ordered out the curbside pump. The mer chants refused to obey on the ground that they had a perfect right to do bu-jness and to sell any product they a jshed on their prop erty. The matter came into the courts and the courts have ruled Biology Professor Finds Analogy Between Silk Hats and Alcohol From Time. Dr. Raymond Pearl, famed biologist of Johns Hopkins university was bom and reared in Farmington, N. H. He well remembers twi outstanding facts about New Hampshire society as he knew it durini his young years: 1— There was a state prohibition law, desired and admired by thi leading citizens. 2— There were plenty of saloons, run openly and comfortably, de sired and patronized by the leading citizens. After pondering these facts maturely and examining certain sta tistics relative thereunto, Dr. Pearl wrote a paper, published in th< December American Mercury, called "The Psychology of Prohibition.' The statistics he examined showed that: 1— As more and more of the United States population was brought under state prohibition laws between the years 1870 and 1817 tota consumption of alcohol In the United States Increased almost thm times as fast as the population. 2— During the same period, per capita consumption of alcohol wa? multiplied more than two and one half times. 3— The death rate from alcoholism, not to be confused with thf death rate from wood or denatured alcohol poisoning the only lndes to per capita drinking when the rale of liquor is illegal, was at ite lowest point in 1920, the year after national prohibition became ef fective. 4_After five years of national prohibition, the alcoholism death rate had more than tripled, surpassed its 1918 level, almost regaining its 1910 level, when only 16.96 per cent, of the United States population lived under prohibition. Dr Pearl drew a psychological conclusion: The people of the Unitec' States want both things at once, a prohibition law and liquor. Dr. Pearl made a psychological explanation: "To call our people names, and accuse them of hypocrisy because they want both pro hibition legislation and liquor too is the favorite attitude of Europeans generally, and of a good many persons in this country as well. Bui . . . the American psychology regarding prohibition is basically onh a form of the sort of make believe and dressing up that every child indulges in. No one would think of calling a child a hypocrite because he dresses up as a cowboy or a policeman. Other peoples are, in other respects, just as childlike and naive in their pschology as the Americans are about prohibition. For example, consider the problem of why Englishmen wear silk hats. (They still do.) It is apparenl to the meanest intelligence that a silk hat, considered as a hat, is e poor and ridiculous thing. It is uncomfortable, it is ugly, it is easily damaged by the elements against which it is supposed to be a pro tection. Why then do Englishmen generally, and American under takers and politicians in particular, wear it? For a simple reason The silk hat is a symbol of respectability. Expensive as silk hats are they still offer the cheapest of all known ways to achieve the out ward semblance of respectability. “In a precisely similar way national prohibition is the silk hat of the American people. In insures our respectability and has never so far interfered with the desired consumption of alcohol. We are psychologically not a realistic people, but on the contrary a naively idealistic folk.” tic race in the world, and view with intense suspicion any invitation to get together, whether for the co operative sale of turnips or to burn down the house of parliament. There are several reasons why the English proletariat has not lis tened to Mrs. McPherson. Her fur coat and $7,000 monthly “offerings” are one. Her American accent is another. That her husband, prior to di vorce, was a milk roundsman, might have helped her, had she mentioned it. But the real obstacle is that our proletariat is still too primitive to take its talkings-to from a woman. Among our toiling masses woman’s place, when she is not engaged in rushing the growler, is still the home. More Wheat Via Kivcr Prom Wall Street Journal The upper Mississippi river barge line will bid for 5,000.000 bushels of grain to move down river in 1929. The line will begin booking grain February 1, 1929, according to W. W. Morse, manager. As the ocean rate from Montreal is the ssme as from New Orleans grain exporters utiliz ing the river from Minneapolis south can save the 6 cents between Min neapolis and Duluth. In 1927 the barge line carried that the city has the right to clear the streets of obstructions. Times change. It isn’t so long ago that merchants did business on the sidewalk. Early in the morning they would move a certain amount of goods out in front of the store. They would be there all day. They would be sold from the sidewalk. Now the sidewalks must be clear. The sidewalks belong to the people of the city. The streets are not places for merchant* to do business on. They belong to the people of the city. In the old days of horse and buggy, it didn’t make much dif ference. But in these days of con- , 171,507 bushels of grain south dur ing the entire season. In the 192J season Just closed 2.000.000 bushel* went down river, of which 1,713, 000 moved In the period from August 15 to the close of operations, No vember 15. Mr. Morse said that Minneapolis grain shippers have given assurance of tonnage exceed ing 4,500,000 bushels and the only problem will be the ability of th* new transportation route to handle it. Practically all grain exported from Minneapolis, with the exception of some extraordinary all-rail ship ments at times during the close of navigation, move to Duluth by rail, thence by the Great Lakes and con necting carriers to Montreal and from Montreal to the sea via the St. Lawrence. Even a southbound movement of 4.500 000 or 5,000.00)0 bushels if attained in 1929. would be only a small portion cf the grain crop of the northwest states as a whole and the exported portion thereof. But it would definitely put upper river navigation beyond tha purely experimental stage and into the class of competition worthy of consideration as against the rail, and lake-and-rail carriers. gested traffic it makes a lot of dif ference. In the days not so long ago, in the average community, nobody was in a hurry. Now everybody is in a hurry. The sidewalks are not wide enough. The street, we find, are toe narrow. Everything beyond the lot line be longs to the city. The property owner pays for sidewalks and for street paving. But as all property owners pay, the cost is equalized. The curbside pump is an obstruc tion, so the court says. And cities have the right to remove obstruc tions night Before Christmas "Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Jn hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug In their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced through their heads: And Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap. Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below: When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came. And he whistled and shouted and called them by name— "Now’, Dasher! now. Dancer! new, Prancer; now, Vixen I On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Dundrr and Blitzenl To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!'' As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, tool And then In a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew In my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all In fur from his head to his foot And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. He was chubby and plump—ft right Jolly old elf, ADd 1 laughed when I saw him. In spite of myseil. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke It encircled his head like a wreath: He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl lull of Jeny. His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry I His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry I His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. He spake not a word, but went straight to his W’ork, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a Jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. And I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” —Clement C. Moore. 'Twas the Night Before Christmas Adapted by Permission from The Plumbers Trade Journal Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hou*# Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, As old printer Jinks climbed into his bed While visions of bankruptcy danced in his head, When all of a sudden he heard such a clatter It made his limbs tremble and made his teeth anatter. For he feared in his soul 'twas a constable's knock Presaging foreclosure on all of his stock. 0C under the covers he hastened to hide And to stop up his ears with his fingers he tried— But what was his horror, when trembling: with f^r, He felt that some Presence was standing right neari Though he hadn't the courage for more than a peep And 'possum-like, feigned to be soundly asleep, Deep down in his heart, beating nervous and quick He knew beyond question that it was Saint Nick. His eves were as blue as a glue kettle flame. His hair, white as paper, his whiskers the same, And his nose was as shiny as monotype metal Or electros and slugs melted up in a kettle. He had a most comical little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of Jelly, And over his shoulders he carried a pack That looked for the world like a waste paper sack. He strode to the fireplace and stopped at the chair Where Jinks had undressed, and he looked with great care For a stocking to fill, but he shook his old head When he found that friend Jinks wore his stockings to bed. Be he chuckled and said, with a wink of his eye: "I’ll fill up the shoes ol this cold looted guy, And give him a good understanding of biz In the hope he'll correct thc*se bad methods of nls. “Now first, let me see—oh yes, to be sure, His notions of truth are exceedingly poor; Bo here is a lotion to open his eyes And teach him the folly and baseness of ilea. “And a sense of fair dealing I’ll put in this box— When he finds it, he’ll buy only quality stocks And he’ll cease to solicit on basis of price But go after business with service that’s nice. “And into the toe of this unpolished shoe I will put self-respect, that will teach him to do His business on lines that are worthy of pride And will build up a credit that can’t be denied. "And here is a packet of finest perfume That will sweeten his spirit and lighten the gloom That surrounds him wherever he goes after trade And secure him a welcome where profits are made. "And a Book, that will teach him the Lessens of Life And guide him in pathways where hatred and strife. Like the brambles and thorns on a wilderness trail. Are turned into blossoms whose petals exhale "The fragrance of Brotherhood, Feace and Good Will, Till his heart shall grow warm and his pulses shall thrill With human emotion, and into his mind There shall enter the Knowledge and Love of Mankind. “And with these for his Christmas he’s bound to succeed For my gifts are apportioned to every man’s need.” And then, with a whistle. Saint Nicholas turned And into the fireplace where glowing coals burned He stepped, with a chuckle, and up through the flu* He vanished exactly as spirits should do. But Jinks heard him shout as he took up his flight: "Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night.” MERRY ENGLAND WELCOMES THE RETURN OF OLD TIME CHRISTMAS London,—The old English Christ mas has come back. We knew it six weeks before the day—by the waits. Way back in November one evening there was strange music of children's voices out in the front of the house. Then a shrill wisp of a child’s voice caroling through the letterbox: "Good King Wcnceslas looked on . . A little knot of boys and girls Classified “Ads” Prom Columbus Dispatch. There are doubtless those to whom no printed page looks less at tractive than a page of classified advertisements, but one of our Ohio contemporaries contends that such a page is “full of human interest.” It is '“a homey page.” we are told. If you are going to build, sites are i listed there, and If you prefer to buy a home, you turn to the classi fied page to learn what is on sale. If you want a bargain in a used automobile, or have one yourself are caroling away In the front gar den. A tiny mite sways a flhtaay lantern solemnly, the others bend ing over the book held by ttea leader, usually a boy or girl about 14 years old who beats time—W yen come upon them suddenly they scamper into the shadows like things. But in a few minutes they will steal back again io wade a* which you are anxious to get rid *£. the classified pages will help yao out, and so on. Our contemporary has plenty Ml truth at his back in his content!®®, and perhaps if an aspiring you®* poet were eager enough to get & hearing to pay some money four St. he could not do better than to gdfc his verses into the middle of a® otherwise solid page of classiOadi ads. But, seriously now, as «ar old college president us«*l to »ul there Is a real human Interest 9n looking over long columns of the tm brief classified advertisement® and an interest much broader tha® that of those who turn to thaa®