Today
Stone, Cood Choice.
Hughes, of Australia.
Mature Is Wonderful.
Kinds of Courage.
^By ARTHUR BRISBANE^
President Coolidge has appoint
ed Harlan F. Stone attorney gener
al. He is an able lawyer, recently
ilean of Columbia law school, and
a great authority on constitutional
law.
The president has picked out a
good man, who will be neither for
nor against anybody, but for the
laws. His appointment may dis
appoint some “interests” that de
manded “our kind” of a man.
Mr. Hughes, the war prime min
ister of Australia, told some Ameri
cans about Australia yesterday in
New York city.
Mr. Hughes’ country, stretching
11,000 miles from Sydney to Perth,
more than 2,000 miles from north
to south, with a population of only
0,000,000 white people, stands as
the vanguard of western civiliza
tion. Just beyond is the shadow
of a thousand million Asiatics.
What Mr. Hughes had to say in
terests every man in America. This
column will be devoted to his talk,
presently, perhaps on Sunday or
Monday next.
Nature is “wonderful.” There
are birds like animals, animals like
birds. The strangeness of creation
is inexhaustible. The University
of Pennsylvania! sends an expedi
tion to catch an hoazin’ bird that
breaks stones with its beak, swims
like, a duck, flys like a bat. The
same expedition will look also for
a “bell bird.” Instead of singing
it tinkles like a bell.
There are snakes that swallow
their young to protect them, then
let them out again. There is a
lady toad that lays her eggs on the
back of her husband, who hops
around cheerfully in the sunlight,
hatching the toads. Nature really
is wonderful.
There are various kinds of cour
age. Fighting courage is the most
important perhaps, in such a civili
zation as ours. The courage to ex
press your opinions in the face of
opposition is repl courage also.
That should be remembered by
those that meet Bertrand Russell
on his next visit to America.
He opposed conscription, but
bear in mind that he is 52 years
old, and conscription could not have
touched him. That is different
from opposition by a husky man in
his youth, who dislikes the thought
of going under fire.
This is a prosperous country,
worth defending. Yesterday 1,500,
000 stockholders received little en
velopes containing dividends am
ounting to $260,000,000. If you
didn’t get any of the dividend en
velopes don’t waste time envying
or hating those that got them. Save
your money, invest it, and you can
get dividends also.. Except for the
r very unfortunate there is no need
to stay really poor in this country.
The interchangeable character of
forces, apparently entirely differ
ent, is a great aid to science. You
send out an electric wave, trans
form it into a wave sound, and the
radio works.
French experimenters literally
have transformed the light from
Capella, a sun billions of miles
away, into sound waves, literally
producing “music of the spheres.”
By this transforming of forces
our sister planets, at least, if not
the outside suns, will eventually
talk to us.
What would be the first question
you would ask a lady or gentleman
on the planet Mars or Venus?
Mrs. Gross is on trial for killing
her husband. She admits the kill
ing. These facts are brought out:
The husband said children were
too expensive and his wife mustn’t
have any. She got up at 6:30, got
his breakfast, then started at 7:30
for the shopavhere she worked, get
ting home at 7:30 at night. The
money she made she turned over
to him. Ife .heat her quite often,
but she didn’t mind that at first,
because she liked him—not even
when he beat her because she did
n't make enough mqney. When he
gave her a $25 diamond ring it was
her money that paid for it.
“Justice must be done, the guilty
must be punished.” But you don't
exactly hope that Mrs. Gross will
he electrocuted.
(Copyright. is?4 )
r Adele Garrison
“My Husband's Love”
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What Is llieliy Ip lo Now?
That low knock upon our living
room door, almost stealthy—or so It
appeared to my excited imagination—
brought me to a sitting posture as
suddenly as If some electric mechan
isin had propelled me thither.
T found my ear* atralnlng for the
sound of voices, although I told m.v
self that the answer to my mental
query ns to the Identity of the caller
was, no doubt, a most prosaic one
Doubtless ths tanitnr—t put that so
lotion Impatiently away a* the mem
ory of his clumping footsteps came
to me—s.n<l then the unmistakable
voice of my neighbor, Mrs. Marks,
sounded In her Invariable greeting of
"Say!”
There was sudden silence as If
furtheb words hail been chopped off
short, and I visualized some silenc
ing gesture on Dicky's pari. Then
I heard his voice In low but distinct
articulation, and I knew tiiat he was
taking no chances upon my being
asleep, but meant to make every
word audible.
•'Yes, she's here. She came in
Just a little while ago. But she's
taking a nap Just now. As soon as
she wakes up I'll tell her you called.
I know she'll be very glad to see
you."
"And I'll be very glad to see her,"
my neighbor replied, heartily, and if
she had stopped there I should have
gone peacefully to sleep with a smile
at my own jealous vagaries. Mrs*
Marks was an attractive woman of
her type, but 1 knew my fastidious
Peter Pan far too well to imagine
his giving her a second glance. I
had kept him from being really rude
to her upon one or two occasions,
because in her rough way she had
tried to be neighborly, and I knew
that his courtesy to her now was
A Puzzling Situation,
simply on my account—or—
I was not mistaken. The conver
sation had not ceased. A low indis
tinct murmur came from the hall,
lasting only for a few’ seconds it is
true, but telling me unmistakably
that for some reason my husband
and my neighbor were talking of
something they did not wish me to
hear, indeed, fancied tiiat I could
not. Then Mrs. Marks' voice rose
again in her natural high-pitched
tone:
“Sure 1 can't do nothing for her?”
Dicky's reply was the perfunc
torily courteous one I naturally
should have expected from him. and
with a hasty “So long, then." Mrs.
Marks went away, or I suppose she
did, for I heard no further sound of
voices. But, on the other hand, there
was no noise of tapping high heels
which always signals her approach
or departure, and T wondered why
she had chosen different footgear for
this particular occasion.
The door Into the living room
dosed and I heard Dicky' come bai k
to hi* chair. With my hand clenched
tensely beneath the bed clothing, I
lay motionless, with closed eyes,
waiting, vaguely, unreasoningly tor
—what?
I had not long to wait. It was less
than five minutes afterward that
Dicky rose from his chair and tiptoed
to the bedroom door, looking in at
me. Instinctively I feigned sleep, and
after a few seconds he turned away
and the next thing I heard was the
closing in quick succession of out
living room door and the door leading
from our hall into the public corridor.
The sounds galvanized me Into an
action which ordinarily I would have
scorned, but which seemed the in
evitable thing to my tortured nerves.
Noiselessly- I got out of bed. found
a pair of soft slippers and put them
on, gathered Dicky's bathrobe closely
ar.ound me and went to the door lead
ing from the bedroom to the bail!.
Quirk Recognition.
This I opened a tiny crack, and
peered through it until I was satis
fied that the hail was empty. Then
I passed through it, leaving It ap
parently shut, but in such a position
that s push would open it, and ar
ranged the bathroom door in the
same manner a* I passed by it. lies
oliitei.v shutting niy mind to tlie fact
.that some member of the Mark*
household might mine nut of Ihfl
rear ai>artroent and find me In the
hall dad in my Msarrc costume 1
Stole hastily down Ihe hall to the
cunningly arranged panel In^he ml
orful glass windows sunoundlng the
well of the stairway, to whose use
Mrs. Marks had once Introduced me
Standing there. 1 was effectively ^
sheltered from Dicky’s observation
should he come hack Into our hall
suddenly.
With infinite care I opened tlie<
panel wide enough to give rne «/
view of the hall below There was!
no sound of anyone on Ihe stairs or,
in Ihe hall, and I was just about to1
I dose the window anil go back 10
Imy room with a scathing self-de
nunciation of my suspicious folly,
when down the staircase came in
Sights a slender girlish figure which
walked rapidly out of the building
There was no turn of her head
to the left or the right, so that I
could not see her features, and she
wore a costume unfamiliar to me,
but 1 was certain that she was none
other than Mollie Fawcett.
in 1T4!I Denjamin Franklin elec
tropuled a turkey for his dinner.
POLITICAL ADVKRTISKMKNT.
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DUootlOJo—No CooOIng. AWOiLukO^
A—id Imitation* - doboNUloo
^42ji3jULfdMUM|ajU|fl
Col. W. F. Stoecker
for GOVERNOR
It a Republican and a* Safe, Sene
Butinett Man of Capacitiet
He Favor. SfSS. ?0f
Franc*, Britain, Italy, etc.; a
state bonus far our ex-service
men—no taxation without rep
resentation, a farm bloc in state
and congress.
He Opposes
1 the direct primary law — he
| helped make it in 1909.
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Col. W. F. Stoecker is paying all
his own campaign expenses. A
native of Germany and an
American by choice. 40 years in
Nebraska.
Good News!
OTLNffi HATS
that are correct in style
A Sale of
Startling
Values
Specially
v Priced
for
Friday
and
Saturday a
By
This is s
whole sale Every one new
house. Don't Every one
overlook the smart,
saving this Everyone
means to you. "different.’'
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WHILE THEY LAST1
Varied group of many atylea and color* in »pring
hata. all of them from higher priced atock*. If
you want an avery-day hat that la an unuaual
value for the money, come early before theae
choice bargain* are all gone
*y»u*. 'Hat ai tkr 'iV%at**a.tr 'f/saso
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Jtiortk toot Cnne* t2~(& thvuuun
II
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Yet Low in Price
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* BETSY ROSS will continue to sell at its old price, and the thousands •
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food you ca« buy.
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Your grocer lias both HOLSUM and BETSY ROSS today. Take
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