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The Sunday Bee _MORNING—EVENING—SUNDAY THE BEE PUBLISHING^CO.T PublUhcn. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS '.'k’"*11’'1 >, re“' Hu wtl‘cl1 Th” #*• is • member, n ncluilrelj l", "? ,tfc* u“ tepublicatlon of ill new. dimtiches credited to It or h^r.inh* Tn*,c™<u,Jd ln.,,lllg b*Per. end eleo the lucal none published aerem. All ruble of republlcatlons of our special dupatchee are aJao reserved. _ . . „ , BEE TELEPHONES Private Branch Exchange. Ark for the Department AT Untie 5aa,£d’ For Night Call. After 10 P. M.: Editorial Department. AT lantic 1021 or 1042 *000 OFFICES r „ Ma'n Office—17th and Farnam Co. Bluffs e - - 15 Scott St. So. Side, N. W. Cor. 24th and N ~ „ . New York—286 Fifth Avenue WaBhlngton - 422 Star Bldg. Chicago . . 1720 Steger Bldg. REVIVING THE PONY EXPRESS. Plans are being made for a celebration in Sep tember that will give present day residents of the great west a notion of something the pioneers were familiar with. In these days of air mail, extra fare trains of luxurious equipment, and even fast freight trains that whisk along at 45 to 60 miles an hour, there is little memory of the Pony Express, that marked an epoch in its day. Thousands are viewing the film play made from Emerson Hough s tale of the pioneer crossing of the plains and mountains from the river to Oregon. Other thousands have read Parkman’s delightful story of a trip he made along the same route, and still others have been drawn to the vision by the exploits of Ezra Meeker and his ox team. In the fifties, following the rush of ’49, months were re quired to cross the continent. Whether the route was around the Horn, by way of the isthmus, or overland, much time was required because of the great difficulties that impeded progress. Deep rivers, broad deserts, wild elements and wilder Indians, the perils of the deep sea and the unknown terror of the jungle all had to be confronted and overcome. Therefore, when Ruspell, Wardell & Majors, in 1860, announced that an eight-day service from the Missouri river to the Golden Gate would be put into operation, it challenged the public as nothing had since the Morse telegraph and the railroad aston ished the world. In April, 1860, the Hannibal & St. Joseph railroad reached its western end on the banks, of the Missouri river, and on the third day of that month a pony bore a rider westward on the first trip of the Pony express. A similar rider left Sacramento at the same time, headed east. Thus was begun a service that deserves to be commemor ated by something more substantial than a mere repetition, of the ride. Names of famous riders are still recalled, but will become dimmer and dimmer each year unless something is done to perpetuate them. Until Look out mountain dissolves, Buffalo Bill Cody’s fame is secure, but who knows anything of "Pony Bob’’ Haslam, who made the record ride of 380 miles without rest to carry the mail through a stretglf where the Indians had killed the riders who should have relieved him, and whose run on that occasion was beset with terrible danger? Or Johnny Fray, who made the first ride out of St. Joe, while Harry Hoff was coming on from Sacramento? Those Pony express riders were heroes every one; they endured hardship, braved danger, and sac rificed life in the service of humanity, as truly as ever men did, and when the ride is repeated in September of the present year; it should be but the first etcp to setting up suitable memorials at the principal points along the route, to commemorate twler the boys who did so much and were so scaplily rewarded. TO THE WATER. Warmer days are on their way; knee deep in June means among other things that the pld swimming hole will be one of the busiest places in the com munity, whether it be large or small. Swimming .is not only an enjoyable, but a healthy sport as well. Nothing is more grateful than to feel the cool water clinging close around the body that slips easily and gracefully through the waves. Moderately indulged, it is beneficial in every fashion. Boys do not take moderation into their calcula tions in this matter. The average youngster is amphibious during the hot months, that is if the facilities for swimming be within each reach. But the sport i3 not for boys alone. Little sister and big, the girls love the water, too, and modern man ners concede them a full share. Father and mother ought to indulge as well as the children, for they need the joy as well as the comfort of the swim ming hole. The Omaha Bee has just published some good advic* from an expert swimming instructor, the prinicpal one being that the plunge be not taken too aeon after eating. Two hours at least should elapse between eating and swimming. Other points are with regard to conduct when in the water, and consist chiefly in insisting upon caution, whether one is a good swimmer or not. Safety first should be observed always. Taken regularly and moderately, the swimming exercise is about the best form of summer sport. Some day Omaha will have more swimming pools, but for the present it is possible to get into the water under conditions that are almost ideal, and the crowds at the various beacheR and pools on summer evenings and mornings testify the popular ity of the sport. NEBRASKA IN THE ARTS. Of a piece with the growing appreciation of Ne braska artists and authors is the proposal to hang an oil portrait of Willa Gather in the Omaha public library beside that of the poet, Neihardt. The series of "Hall of Fame” articles published in The Omaha Bee has called public attention to the pres ence of an unsuspected nmount of creative ability in Nebraska. Almost unnoted there has sprung up a mighty force of writers, artists and musicians in this state. To them Miss Gather is an inspiration hy reason of the success with which she has interpreted the life of this prairie region, faithfully hut not flat teringly, sympathetically but not in blind approval. IIS the young writers of Nebraska allow themselves to be influenced by her example, and by the similar one of Neihardt, there will grow up here on the Great Plains a literary school as distinct as that of Indiana, and with more of the color of reality, sim ply dramatizing the life about us. Out. of all this discussion of the achievements of Nebraska men and women in a literary way has grown the suggestion for a "Nebraska authors’ week,” in which schools, libraries and clubs would devote intensive attention to the work of the native writers. This is a good idea, to be held in mind until the schools assemble again in the fall. Scattered as they are, in all parts of the state, It would be well also if some movement arose to bring these workers in the fields of the arts to gether, perhaps for an annual meeting or into some aort of guild. The Omaha Bes Is willing to do what it can to this end, and awaits suggestions from the public, or from the artists themselves. WHIRRING WHEELS. No longer does the merry clink of the whetstone against the scythe blade arouse the sleepy country side, nor does the cradle lay its swath neatly for the muscular binder. Instead the rattle and bang, the whir and clang of the self-binder smites the soft air of June, and until far along in August the army of the harvest field will march from Texas north into Canada. Already its phalanxes are gathering, and the charge is sounded. Bearded grain stands ready for the reaper, and brawny men of the type Hamlin Garland loved to tell about are carrying on the har vest. Modern methods have taken most of the toil and about all of the romance out of the harvest. Still there is plenty of the one and some of the other. It is no longer a matter of pride to be able to "keep up station,” for the machine does the bind ing, and the skill of twisting a handful of grain into a band to be wrapped around a bundle and tossed high in the air as the energetic youth or vig orous man followed the old-fashioned reaper is a lost art, even as the tempering of bronze is one of the ancient mysteries that balks the metallurgist of today. "Them were the days,” when stalwart men, clad in gingham and jeans started at sunup and toiled till sundown, and sometimes later, if the moon served, to bring home the sheaves. No warrior ever went forth to more strenuous battle. It wasn’t very far around a ten-acre lot, for example, but when that way was strewn every twenty or thirty feet with a bunch of loose wheat, that had to be picked up and tied into a neat and substantial sheaf; when the hottest of summer suns poured its fervent rays down on dust continually stirred; when wheat beards started to crawl down the inside of shirts open at the front—and how one of the darned things can crawl—that short journey seemed endless. When walked many times, and it had to be, it constituted a good day's work, even for the best of men. It was softened by the jug of cold water, that lay hidden in the first shock set up at the end of the field, or maybe it was buttermilk (anything more potent was reserved until the day had ended), but it was grateful after the hot and dcrsty round. The man who could keep up a station in that field was a man. All this has vanished, but the wheat fields are bigger and the call on the man is made in other ways. It is no job for weaklings, this work of pro viding the wheat to feed the world. FAMOUS BY FICTION ONLY. An interesting note of real history and several volumes of low grade fiction attach to the name of Pocahontas, Indian princess, for whose bones dili gent search is being made at Gravesend, England. In 1612 she entered the field of international po litics, being kidnaped that year by English settlers at Jamestown and held as hostage for the settle ment of certain disputes with her people, princi pally over corn alleged to have been stolen by the Indians. In 1613 she was converted to Christianity, and in 1617 she was taken to England, where she was exhibited as the “daughter of an American king,” and received with honors at the court. Later she was married to John Rolfe, "gentleman,” to whom she bore several children, and finally died and was buried at Gravesend, as the old church reg ister there discloses. Shortly after his return to England Captain John Smith added to his wonderful series of adven tures a chapter in which he related the well known tale of how Pocahontas once saved his life, by in terposing her own head to receive the blow of the executioner's bludgeon, and pleading with the mighty Powhattan to spare the white man's life. John Smith would have made a first rate writer for the yellow press of today, for he chronicled so many in teresting and even thrilling adventures that never took place. Among them was the Pocahonta* in cident. Modern research has made clear that the energetic captain, who did visit many strange coun tries, as was among the earliest at Jamestown, never was in danger of his life from the Indians there. Thus does cold historic truth put a damper on a very pretty story, which will doubtless continue to live with many other interesting bits of fiction and legend woven about those dear old days. Marquis Curzon, foreign secretary in the British imperial cabinet, says the search is ghoulish; Ed ward Page Gaston, American archaeologist, says if the bones are found and properly enshrined, they will form another link between the two countries. We do not follow his line of argument. If Poca hontas is to form any deeper attachment between England and America, it will be as certain if she is allowed to sleep where she was laid with the full rites of the church, after she had succumbed to what nowadays is termed tuberculosis. However, when it is recalled that a few years ago a considerable part of Paris was turned up to find the bones of John Paul Jones, and more re cently the slumber of Tut-Ank-Amen has been rudely disturbed, folks will wonder why it is ghoulish to search for Pocahontas. Mesriflft around the old graveyard where she was buried three centuries ago, disturbing a lot of unidentified dead, may warrant the remark of the foreign secretary.1 To the mod ern mind another thought will come. It is couched in the suppositious Vpeech of Chief Logan, to the officer representing Sir William Johnstoh at Fort Pltf, and is familiar tp all students of the old-time school readers: “Who is there to mourn for I.ogfcn now? Not one.” The Powhattan-Pocahontas-Rolfe family is no longer important; why not let the mouldering bones of this Indian girl, whose fate was none too happy, rest until that day when sea and earth give up their dead? Scrapping the old geographies ought to make Ice sons easier for the children. Arithmetic ia some thing that never varies, for two and two always make four, hut the face of the earth, strange to say, is in a constant state of flux. Presumably the gentleman who says what is to he considered is not what the people want, but what they should have, would like the job of deciding It all according to his personal tastes. Carl Gray will finance a float for the Ak Sar-Ben pageant, depicting Abraham Lincoln, standing on a bluff across the river, peering westward. Probably looking for the Omaha union depot. A letter fiom the president to the profpssor of agriculture at the Minnesota university endorses rigid economy. Most are practicng it. Accidents, such as that In Council Bluffs, “may happen,” and they also mny be avoided by using safety appliances. A new geyser, spouting clear water, has broken loose In Yellowstone park, probably to offset Shelby. We Nominate— For Nebraska's Hall of Fame. MRS. MARTIN HARRIS was born and raised in Syracuse, N. Y., but now claims Nebraska as her home. As Miss Aliena Kanka she was co-author of an American comedy, “Just Roys,'' produced in New York and Chicago in the fall of 1915: was married to Martin Harris of Omaha the same year, and has since lived in Omaha. Khe has writ ten five one-act plays during this period, two of which wore Press club prize plays and were produced In O media. "The 'Upper Crust” was played at the BlackHtone. and a year lr.tcr "Jennie Comes Marching Home," a war play inspired by the plains of Nebraska, was produced at the Bran «lcis theater hy the Mintern fitock company for Red Cross benefit. Two other plays are now In the hands of eastern producers for vaudeville use. Books oj Today PRF.APVKNTl'RK,'' by Robert KeabU. G I\ Putnam's Sons. New York. Robert Keable, author of “Simon Called Peter.” treads on some danger ous theological ground In "Peradven , ture” or "The Silence of God,” his latest book. Scenes are laid In Don don and at Cambridge and the plot chiefly concerns the struggles of Paul Kestern. son of an Episcopalian clergyman and himself destined for the ministry, in the throe* of first contact with logical principles of other creeds. He enters college, unusually ardent In the Christian faith in which he has been Instructed and intensely enthusiastic far the llfe.of sacrifice to the church which his father has taught him Is the subline pinnacle of all human endeavor. To his amaze ment he finds that many splendid men who are accomplishing much good In the world have other beliefs—even that of Roman Catholicism which he has been reared In particular to abhor. From then on, the hook Is s chroni cle of Paul’s wanderings in the laby rinth of denominational beliefs In search of some creed strong enough to remove him from the temptation of the others. Right here Is where some wavering creatures might find a lot of dangerous ground, so Justly does the author deal with the con fltrting doctrines of Christianity. One cannot fall to sympathize with raul In his agony, however he may deplore his Inability to discover the meaning of life until almost too late to save himself from spiritual shipwreck. “Tom Akcrloy,” written by Capt. Theodore Goodrich Robert*, has Just been published by The Page Co., Hog ton, Mass. It Is a story woven about an unusual eirrumstance, which leads an army officer to desert hi* post of duty following combat with one su perior In rank. The book Is Interesting as a narra tive, and touches simply but com prehensively upon realism, nnd scema truly suggestive of the vast Canadian semi wilderness with which It deals. “Family," by Wayland Wells Wil liams, Is a New England novel and, greater vet. essentially an American novel. "Family” portrays unflinching ly certain New England ways of liv ing and thinking. In the New England town of Wort ley there Is but one family. Others have money, some have position, but only the Deeres have fifmlly. This Is the first article of faith Instilled Into Nathan Deere by his proud moth or; the second is that he must, as a mat tor of “flu ise, become a lawyer Puhllrhed by Stokes. To mu«t men and women In this in dustrCU society the problem of wages in the most important oil*. Around *t hingcg all th** *>tber economic prob lema whlh face them It in th* cen ter df lijiorHM and the Ixme of con ten Hon In almost every Industry. "Thn Control of Wages." by Wnl ton Hamilton and Stacy Macy. 1" a brilliant and brief discussion of the question. These eoiyiomlst* break up the problem into its constituent parts and attempt to potpt the way to a better and more scientific policy. They repudiate the old ponltlou that wage* can got b« cdb trolled and Indl cgtrt that they are at present "regula t#»l both bv person* and clrgum stances. The problem I* not simple It takes one Into various phases of our present industrial scene The authors do not pretend to g?ve a aolu tlon. but they lead us onward out of the fog of antiquated theories. "The Control of Wages" can be recommend ed to both employers and employes who are fnclng difficulties because of disagreements concerning wages. NET AVERAGE CIRCULATION for MAY, 1923, of THE OMAHA BEE Daily.73,181 Sunday. 80,206 Dot* not Include rtf urn*, left over*, •ample* or paper* spoiled In printing *nd Include* no aperial •ala*. R. BRFWF.R. Gen. Mgr. V. A. BRIDGE, Cir. Mgr. i Suberrlhed and aworn to belota ma thla 2d day of June, IMS, W II QUIVKY. (Saal) Notary Public | ’ ■■■"■ . 1 The Sand Hills-> This is the sand hill country. Where the prairie chickens whirr. Where the coyote wails from the hills and swales— The land of the cactus burr. With blowouts—pits where the lizard flits And rattlesnakes strike and stirr. This Is the sand hill country. / It was formed from afi ocean floor At the Ilodkies' birth when the crust of earth Was crumpled, and the core Of liquid fire pushed high and higher Till it reached to Heaven's door; When Fire and Karth and ocean lake Titans were engaged With waves so high that the very sky Was stricken and enraged; And the sun was hid by a smoky lid Where the flame its battle waged. The cry of the broken world's thunder der fame nut of thp cataclysm. And the ash and flame and steam be came fake an infinite rainbow’s prism. And the world s hot heart was torn apart Underneath the vast abysm. Till the sea was beaten and humbled And (led with a baffled roar In a tidal wave—nevermore to lav# The land it had swept before; Back from the mountains It hurled Its fountains And back from this sandy shore! N’ow the hills are rovered with cattle And ’ green the grasses grow, And horse* graze In the summer days On the hills and the vales below; Toy livers run 'neath the summer sun By a town through the meadow's glow. Rut pven some fifty years ago Twas a very different land* For even then, say the pioneer men, The hills were hut shifting sand. In sand storms’ loom as in Ocean's womb But a lowering, silver strand. When the clouds of the earthquake vanished, Then the sun rained down his firs And the sand grew dry 'neath a burn ing sky i And wailed to a wind swept lyre, Till the sand-storm came and veiled the flame Of the sun god's pitiless ire. High Into hills like stiver, flown into blowouts deep, Winds many-fingered never lingered Rut with a mighty eweep Fashioned the hills where the silvery rills Of sand no form would keep; For the hills were shifting, turning In a ceaseless ebb and flow. And the lowly and meek attained the peak And the mighty were laid low . . . Out of Today's Sermons At South Side Christian church I,. A. Brumbaugh, pastor, will preach this morning on “Our 1 se of the Lord’s Hay,” as follows: With the coming of the summer months, an old problem becomes acute. How shall we spend the Lord's day? A realization of Its pur pose should guide us In our use of it As Christians we should wish to know the attitude of Jesus !n this matter. He regarded the Sabbath as subservient to the needs of men. It was a day for doing good; a time when men should he made whole in every way. Hence. In our conduct upon the Lord's day we must be mindful of the higher human Inter ests. Rest from our regular duties gives an opportunity to promote our own and the welfare of our fellowinen Part of the day may In some Instances be spent in recreation. Some will take a portion of the day to enjoy the beautiful In nature The day will af ford time for the cultivation of friend-, ships and the strengthening of the family ties. It will give leisure for enriching the mind through reading good literature or listening to edifying spoken messages. For all men there should be the experience of real wor ship in which man communes with his Maker and finds Inspiration to love and serve his fellowm«l). Fol lowing this procedure, we shall he rested, encouraged and strengthened for our duties In the new week. Fall ing to do so, we shall forfeit our greatest opportunity for physical, moral and spiriuat renewal. Rev. Arthur \tarl<, pastor of Jlanscoin Park Methodist church, will preach on the problems of the child today, in part as follows: In many of our churches this day is Children's day, a day set apart pre eminently for the children, and also that, looking at childhood, we may See its wondrous beauty and its amaz ing potentiality. Blessed are we as a nation If we have sense enough to put "the child in the midst" as did the Man of Nazareth in teaching His disciples. Blessed is that nation that knows the potential strength of its childhood, and thrice blessed that people which gnaketh Us supreme task the guiding and guarding, the shaping and saving of childhood—for what we do with our children today our chil dren wilt do tomorrow to America and our civilization. What is the standard of value in the Kingdom of Ood? Wealth? No! And no more ought it to be In mir earthly kingdom Not ail the wealth of all the land can compute to the fabulous wealth of childhood, your real wealth is not In your h.mfc is not In your great matketl^ ts not in your great professional men: Mnuu your vital values are in childhood, and the great question is. "What are you doing with it? These children of today are the men and women of to morrow. How much we need to learn this lesson! The disciples of the CJallllean, as we, were slow to learn that lesson. So Ho took a child and set him In their midst, and then His text of human life preached that dynamic truth that "of such was the kingdom, and that the real standard of value was not gold or silver, or wisdom, or fame, but that childhood with its wondrous beauty and Its potential strength, was the standard by which men In all time should reckon the values of life " How best can we meet that chal lenging note of the far reaching truth’ Our modern civilization Is so com | plex. Probably the five great force* of our modern civilization are the home, the church, the school, the gov ernment and the press, and the great est of these is the home. But how lamentably many of our modern American homes fail to measure up to this. Its supreme task. It seems sometimes as though we will have to alter that old fashioned motto we Haw in the homes of our fathers which read "God Bless Our Home," and make it "God Bless Our Flat.” We are very fond of poking fun at the Puritanic notions of those who gave us the fine heritage of today, but a big dose of those fine graces and sturdy *oul qualities which make a house a home, and which, whatever weaknesses there might have been, characterized those old-time homes. The home ought still to be the center of the training of childhood. We are in danger of forgetting In this pleas ure mad and business crazy age what the real standard of value is. The church has it* place, the school has its place, the government has its place, and so does the press, but America's childhood can never be what it ought to he unless our homes take their rightful place In the train ing and teaching of children. You and I may not agree about dogmas and creeds, and denominations, and so forth, but I think we are agreed In this—that old Robbie Bums spake a truth that holds today when, in picturing the old Scotch home: "The cheerfu’ supper done, wi' se rious face, They round the Ingle, form a circle wide: The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride; Hts bonnet rev'rently is laid aside. His hart temples wearing thin and hare: , Those strains that once did sweet In Zion glide. He finds a portion with judicious care; And 'Let us worship God.' he says with solemn air.” — Then It is that Bums says: "From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs. Thst makes her loved at home, re vered abroad: The chttage leaves the palare fsr 1 he fund." Surely he Is right and well for u* If 'ye get the niogaage in this day when j the spiritual illiteracy of childhood Is. One of the gre i test peril* of organ .zed »oc'e:y. Old jjeotia of Burn*’ day dl<l hot have the flickering film, the i ahtquitoua automobile, and the omni- 1 prevent press but these we have in cm dav. end-'- these, all of them, make their impart In our home life and In the shaping of the destiny of childhood. For weal or woe many forces mingle with the efforts of par ents In the training of childhood, but] through church and school, govern I ment and press may fall to give those fine qualities of snui that make for the I '.'metrical life, the home must not fail Blessed are we parents If we ' moke our own that new version of an old text from the Book. Train up a child In the way he should go, and go that way yourself " Gaseous Campaign. Like helium, which Is crowding out hydrogen In the halloon trade, a pro league of nations campaign at this time is a gas lighter than air and. at the same time, perfectly harmless. —Toledo Blade. Funeral Home of F. J. Stack A Co. Cost and Quality The reasonable COST and QUALITY of our services % tell a biprger story than type can convey. Ambulance Service Pierce-Arrow F. J. Stack & Co. Funeral Direct am 3324 Farnam Street Daily Prayer Thou shalt lov# th* T^ord thy God with h I thy h*sart. — D*ut 6:5. Gracious Father in Heaven, admit um as a family into the secret of Thy presence, that we may worship Thee in spirit and in truth. Accept our grateful praise for all ti at Thou art. and for all that Thou hast done for us and our fellowmen. E ipecially do we thank Thee for our redemption and salvation through Thy S m, Jesus Christ. Father, reveal to us our sins and faults, that we may repent and for sike them, and that^Thou mayest for give us and cleanse us from all un righteousness. And let Thy Holy b.ulrit dwell within us today, restrain irg us from all wrongdoing, and di recting us into paths of truth and peace. Guard us in those points of our characters that are most weak. Keep us from vanity and pride, from evil tiioughts, and from unkind speech. Help us to love Thee with all our h arts, and to cordially lev# one an o'her. Aid us as we try to serve Thee by ministering to our feMowmen. And grant us at last a home with Thee in Heaven, through our Savior, Christ. Amen. JESSE THOMPSON WHITLET. T>. I). Norfolk. Va. Thus age* passed before at last Ths hills were the hills we know. But the south wind brought the dust clouds To mix with the desert sand And carried the seeds of the desert weeds. Cactus and sage, In his hands; And the rain and snow were like life blood's flow— These made the sand hill land. Then man came Into the sand hills And the deer before him fled: The sod house shakes when the bliz zard breaks Or the wind shrieks overhead: Vet the wild red rose mid the bunch, grass grows And the cattle are sleekly fed. I think that the great Creator Spoke in the earthquake's tone: In the lava flame and the wind He came To the desert still and lone: In the flower seed and the grass and weed We see His work alone. He has lifted the bed of Ocean Which man had never seen: From dead white sand He formed a land That glitters with new made sheen. Is His labor done? It Is just begun. In these hills of the half starved green! —William Earl Hill in "Star Songs and Atom Dances.” LISTENING IN On the Nebraska Press The New York American puts It up quite pertinently when it says that when we helped France in the war she said she owed us a debt which she never could pay. and it begins to look as If she meant it.—Hastings Tribune. The Saturday night paycheck which used to be divided between the butch er. the baker and the grocery man now goes to the garage man and the filling station proprietor.—Clay Cen ter Sun. Mr. Bryan declares that wealth ie a disease. Still—don't worry! Either 99 out of 100 men in the I'nited States are absolutely immune by nature or the disease isn't at all contagious!— Grand Island Independent. Nebraska state university students put on a "shirt tail” parade'one eve ning recently and took over the town 'or the time that the demonstration lasted. Part of the show was fun tnd considerable of it would not pas# in an old time mining camp. Ths lalter part can he dispensed with. Men and boys can have their fun and still be gentlemen —Kearney Hub. With fear and anxiety people all o\er the world read about the cap ture of foreigners In China and ths holding in captivity. Clamor about the undisturbed attitude of our gov ernment are heard throughout ths country. The same people who are ready to send an army into China ars also ready to pay a high price to a lobbyist to keep congress from pass ing a federal anti-lynching bill. Over f.500 negroes have been mobbed in this country in the 20th century, el most 50 have been burned alive since the armistice. In Florida state sen ators ar» defending in sweet southern voices the whipping of convicts, a condition which Argentina and Japan repudiated. We speak about the rights and duties of civilized nations, how about cleaning up first?—Grand Island Independent. Optimists blow the hnm of plenty, while pessimists come out at the lit tle end of the horn.—Plattsmouth v Journal. One of the favorable signs of the times is the fact that a great many roung men who formerly sought "positions'' are now taking "Jobs" be cause they pay better and the pros pects for future advancement ars better.—Keith County News. The birds that sing "cheap, cheap.™ certainly must have learned the song a long while ago—Fairbury Newa. No young buck of today could bo half as devil iah as his dad used to think himself when he cocked his derby over his ear. stuck a cheroot in the corner of his mouth and posed for the fellow who operated the pho- f tograph gallery.—Clay Center Sun. PULBRANSEN V_jr Player-Piano The Whole Family Every member of the family will enjoy a “Gulbran sen.” It is inded a family instrument, because every member—young or old—can enjoy its music. It is easy to play—and the instruction roll that accom panies the piano shows you how to operate it so that the playing cannot be distinguished from hand-plaviqr. Four Models—Nationally Priced Whitehouse .... $700 Suburban.$495 Country Seat .... $600 Community.$420 The Gulbranten It Sold on the Mott Convenient Termt. <v -JpWxJdtls'. flakijto. Thirty-ninth Year -4 Select Boarding School for Girts Offering instruction of high class, in twelve grades, to a limited number cf additional students. Large Faculty—Small Classes Our Junior College Department Gives an Intensive First Two Ye?rs’ Course in Standard College Work, With Individual Attention to Each Gitl Special Classes in Art, Music, Voice, Domestic Science Endowments make moderate terms possible here. The School for Your Girl For intaroating litrrnturr. pirate acMro't Will Funicr Paahotly. Principal