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THE BEE: OMAHA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1920.
Holding a Husband
AdeU Garrison' New Phase oi
Revelations of a Wife
The 1-jivtous I'hniHo Leila Voiced
Which Troubled Madge
I did not give Leila time .to get
panic atrlcken- over my news of Al
fred's expected arrival to take her
back to her great-airnt'a hom, but
kept np a running fire -of Smalltalk
until she had' finished dressing to
t the last halt fin in her. coiffure.
"Wait, here a minute." I sald'aa
picked up her -hat and gave It to
her. ''I'll ask Mrs. I.ukens If we
may wait on the veranda for Alfred
He'll be sure to stop here first, and
there s no one around. ,
"Whatever shall I say to htm?"
she nuked with a pretty, helpless
ulr. which annoyed me even while
acknowledged ita appeal. "I don't
mean about Rita," she amended
quickly. "I've promised you about
that, but I don't know how to ex
plain about my coming over here,
IIa'H iVilnlr if mc naav mv nf him.
tng at Aunt Dora's when he conies
back." . ,
I walked over .o her, took her
by the shouders, and gave her the
little shake I had been. longing to
administer ever since she had come
to me, horVorstricken at Rita
Brown's tale. ,
"Say nothing to him in explana
tion, I said impatiently. You
wanted to come to see me, that's
. all. You certainly don't need to of
ter an excuse for that. And see to
it that you do not ask him for an
explanation of his going to that
bachelor dinner. Let your marriage
tie he an elastic band instead of an
' unyielding chain. You'll be far
happier than If you persist In this
combination role of doormat and
petty tyrant you appear to be plan
nlng for. yourself."
, . She pouted and twisted herself
away from me in pique, hesitated an
Instant, then threw her arms around
me in Impetuous contrition.
"Forgive roe." said said pleading'
v- lv. "and I'll follow your advice re-
liconsly. You nd Dicky are cer
tainly happy enough to warrant
nny one copying you.'.'
Would Madge Bo Free!
Was he wholly "sincere? I Ve
flected, startled, or .was there a pin
prick concealed beneath the ingen
uous worfls and -manner? I looked
- at her sharply, saw that she meant
exactly what she said, and kissed
her warmly. - . ,
"You know the old adage," I
l said lightly. "Do as I' say, not as I
do. But come, Just turn your mind
,. to the angle at which you want to
' put that. That's the most Important
question before the house just now."
I slipped out of the room before
she could answer me. . And all the
way to Mrs. Lttikens "room I 'tor
mented myself over the question
. which her naive little remark had
raised In my mind. ,
Were Dicky and I an ideally hap
py couple In the eyes of our friends?
There was gratified vanity In the
thought, shadowed, however, by the
consciousness that the reputation
vas an undeserved one. Happiness,
exquisite, wonderful, Is often mine,
but even as I gave a short, unhap
py, little laugh at the thought, I
. had no Idea of whan my husband
meant to return home, or lit what
mood he would be when he did ar
rive. I stopped hort tn the corridor,
for a moment on th "verge of the
despairing wish "which many a wife
utters aloud or in silence, accord
ing, to her temperament, when
there has been an especially un
pleasant disagreement between her
self and her husband.'
"Oh, that I were free again!"
Yet even as 'my thoughts betrayed
me I knew there could be.no happi
ness to freedom; that without Dicky
life would be an arid waste, that her
was all life's happine to me.
The sight of Mrs. Lukens emerg
ing from the kitchen door brought
me back to common sense with a
jerk. I had no time to be Indulg
ing In hysterical introspection. The
distance between Cedar Crest and
Cedar Croft was but the matter of
a few minutes to a swft motor car.
If red might arrive at any time.
I proffered my request for the use
of Mrs. IiUkens' veranda, wonder
ing at the scrutiny which she gave
nit before replying. -i
Her Glad Surprise
"Yes, you mean It " she sald
"You actually think It is up to you
' to ask me for the privilege of shy
nix, ANDY, NIX
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YOU KNOW '
THERE ARE EIGHT
.WONDERS OF THE WORLD
BUT AFTER SEEING '
You Will Agree, With the
Thousands of Others That
. THERE ARE NINE ,
Ladle Only Souvenir Mt. Friday.
Any Seat, $1.00. All Seat Reserved.
Girli Under 16 Not Admitted.
Regular Matinee Saturday
Prices: NigMa and Sat. Mat., 25c,
50c, 75c, $1.00 and f 1.50
Make Up Your Mind And Do It.
By J. J. MUNDY.
You say you want to accomplish
certain thing this winter, but if
anyone pins you down to a specified
time, for which you must put off
everything else, in order to accom
plish results, you begin to fence.
Now the question is how much do
you want to excel in that thing?
What stands first in your scheme
of things? ' .
You get where you want to go if
your heart, body and soul work to
Thfc trouble with mos of ns is
that we are pretty evehlv .divided.
heart in one place, body m another
and soul is forgotten.. -
1 here must be unity of purpose in
your own make-up. .
You must ' have concentration
fixed purpose one'wny or another
to accomplish anything worth while.
You say 'you want to do vou
must do ;that thing you have been
planning, but when it conies to the
lest you won t change a single p!an
for your own pleasure, so that you
may get somewhere near the -goal
you can see.
How much do vou want to do
What, is absolutely first in your
mind? ' .
JSit down by yourself and study
the relative values, then hew to the
(Copyright, ,1920. International Feature
ting upon the veranda. I wish you
could know how refreshing that is
fter the people I 'have had who d-
pear to thtnk that I arfd all my be-
onglngs to the last pocket handker
chief, are thrown in with the rent
She moved ' closer to. me and
patted my arm with what I knew
was for her a rare gesture.
"But now that you've satisfied
your conscience and your breeding,"
she said whimsically, "dorft bother
to ask any more. Please use the
veranda or the telephone or any
thing else freely."
She nodded brightly and walked
briskly through her dining room
door, closing it after hft-. With a
little warm glow of pleasure at her
praise. I went back to Leila, brought
her out to the veranda, and sat
down with her in the wonderful af
ternoon sunshine to wait for her
knight. I was glad in her happi
ness, but reflected dolefully , that
when Alfred should come for her
Dicky's continued absence would be
the more painful for. me by con
trast. vf ,T - .
But when a motor car purred up
the driveway, and Alfred .waved
eagerly to Leila's tremulous- little
figure, T saw with a rush of happi
ness belying all my morbid doubts
of a few moments before, that
Dicky sat beside him. .
More Truth Than Poetry
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE
x- ' ' ' ' 1 "
TO A PESSIMIST
When the sun Isn't warm and the sky Isn't bright,
And nothing seems happy, or kindly or right,
When all of the world is bereft of delight, .
And life seems a snare and a oily.
When you cannot find pleasure In plays or books, v ,
When most of your fellows appear to be crooks,
Cheer up! it's not nearly as bad as it looks
Your liver's just off of its trolley. I
. v .; ' , . ' ', V. '
When you don't want to work, and you don't want to play t
But sit around and hate yourself day after day, ,
While sins you've committed in horrid array
t Athwart of your vision come flocking;
When in through yourwindow a blllious moon beams .
And the minute you sleep you are haunted with dreams,
Don't worry; it's not half as bad as it seems, i
It's merely your liver that's knocking. ; !
When friends that you love, with a cold icy eye'"
Reproachfully stare as they're passing you by, V
When you think it were better, far better to die,
And wistfully look at the river. .
Reflecting that you would be happier there ,;'
Away from the heart-break and bitter despair .
Of burdens you never were destined to bear . .
It's merely a grind in your liver. . . V': -1
Don't kill yourself yet, do not even go round " '
Reflecting how happy you'll be when you're drowned; "
Don't try to imagine the low gurgling sound ,
When your head from your torso you sever.
The world may seem dismal and friendless and chill, "
But it isn't at all, and you're not even ill,
Just go to your doctop hell give.you a pill
And then -youll be happy as ever.
. EXCEPTION '.'',-.,,' , '
The race isn't always to the swift. Pennant races are sometimes
. lo the crooked, j . ,
More precious than rubies
Why doesn't Germany dig up a couple of hundred tons of coal and
i turn it in to the Allies for her indemnity? - ! ,
" , HE MEAX8 CXXVERSATION
When you read that rome statesman thinks he can serve the country
by conservation you know, it's a typogrspbigai errof, ..
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EMSH RTH I J R
SLEEP Y-T IMC TALES
HE TALE OF
SfOTT RAM FY
Throwing Stones. '
One evening Paddy Muskrat was
eating a dainty morsel on the bank,
near his home. He had dug a sweet
tasting root from the bottom of the
pond and had swum to the shore to
"As Paddy sat there, a wagon came
clattering down the road. But Pad-
He dropped thejpot at once
and plunged into the pond.
dy, paid no attention to the sound.
It happened . too often, every day,
to cause him any uneasiness:.
The wagon stopped. But that,
too, had happened before. And still
Paddy Muskrat continued h' meal.
i Then several stones came sailing
through the air. Some of them
splashed into the pond. And some
of them .struck the bank near the
ipot where Paddy Muskrat crouched
over his tidbit. -
He dropped thcroot at once and
plunged into the pond.
"It's Johnny Green," he said to
himself savagely, as he dived out of
sight and swam toward his door
way. "I don't know how he could
see me from the road. But he did 1"
Paddy stayed in his hous until
he thought Johnnie Green had had
plenty of time to grow tired of
throwing stones and drive on again.
Then Paddy crept out of his house,
for he intended to go back to the
bank to finish his meal.
To his . surprise the shower of
stones was still falling into the pond.
And since Paddy was hungry, he
had to swim under water some dis
tance fro mhis house and find an
other root, which he took home to
eat though it was far pleasanter
dining upon the bank, where the air
If Paddy Muskrat was angry then,
he was much agrier the next evening,
when the same thing happened again.
He was on the bank, eating a fresh
water clam, when a wagon stopped
in the road close by. Paddy paid
little heed to :t. Several wagons
had passed while he was eating.
"I'm glad, it's not that horrid
Johnnie Green !T Paddy remarked
The words were hardly out of his
mouth when a stone landed within
an inch of his nose.
Paddy didn't slop to say another
word to himself. He dropped the
clam quickly and dived into the
water, while the stones went chug!
chugl all around him.
"This is a little too much!" Paddy
Muskrat told his friend, Mr. Tur
tle, whom he met on his way home.
"If Johnnie Green is coming here
every evening to throw stones j at
me I shall have to move to some
Now, Mr. Turtle did not want
Paddy to go away. .
"It's quite safe here," he said.
"I've lived in this pond for almost a
hundred years and nothing has ever
hurt me. To be sure, I've had
plenty of stones thrown at me. But
I pay no attention to them."
"You must remember " said Pad
dy Muskrat "you must remember
that you have a very hard back.' If
I had a back like yours, under which
I could draw my head, I wouldn't
care how many stones Johnnie Green
threw at me. , : . . I'm afraid I
shall have to look for another place
"Nonsense!" old Mr. Turtle cried.
"There's ho danger at all! And
just to prove to you what a safe place
into the water and swam back: to
stones are falling.
So Mr. Turtle swam for the spot
where the stones were chugging and
splashing into the pond. He crawled
out upon the bank, too, and climbed
on top of a rock, where he craned
his neck, in order to get a good view
of the road.
It was not long before Mr. Turtle
began to smile. And then he slopped
into the water and swa mback to
find Paddy Muskrat.
"It's just as I said!" Mr. Turtle
told Paddy. "There's no danger.
Nobody's trying to hurt anybody in
"Didn't you see Johnny Green?"
"No!" Mr. Turtle answered.' "It
It's Better to Have
What You Want
When You Want It
. -., .
than to wait and be disappointed later on. We know there are
. many Omaha housewives who want an Electric Washer they
have, told us that's why we say buy now.
Shop-Handled Rebuilt Slightly Used
Thor-A. B. C-Glarinda
Each Washer is in fine condition and carries the Nebraska Power
Co. one-year guarantee.
- " , '
See Them on Display at the Electric Shop
Nebraskafl Power Co.
The above terns
will be granted
ant 11 Saturday,
October 23. See
. them on display at
the Electric Shop.
The Hoover is the only Suction Sweeper that positively gathers
all formg of dust, dirt and litter that will gather on and become im
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was his father that was throwing
the stones 'into the pond."
"His fatherl'.' Paddy ' Muskrat ex
claimed. "I never supposed it was
Farmer Green. , And I must say
that it's a pretty small thing for a
grown man to be doing stopping to
throw' stones at' me. It's a boy's
trick that's what it is!"
"But he wasn't throwing stones at
you," . Mr., Turtle . explained. "He
jdidn't kndw .you were on the bank.
Farmer Green, is simply trying to
clear the road of :stones. He's tired
of having his wagon jolt over them
every time, he drives this way. And
he has made up his mind that when
ever he passes the pond he'll stop
and pick up a few, of the stones and
throw them into the water.
"So you see there's no danger,"
Mr. Turtle added.
! "Welll'T wouldn't care to be hit
by' stone, whether it was aimed at
me ..or not," Paddy Muskrat re
marked. , "Just keep away, from that, side of
the pond," Mr. - Turtle advised. "It
.won't' be long,"' he added.
"How long?" Paddy inquired.
: "Oh! not more than 40 years, I
should say," was Mr. Turtle's an
swer: 'To' a 'person who was ldng-lived
as he was, 40 years seemed nothing
at 9IJ4" But Paddy Muskrat thought
it was a very long time. And he
said ,so, too.
Copryrlght, Gosset & Dunlap.
A motor truck that straddles the
meets In the church, or at the settle
ment, or in .the home-sif a family
friend, or some ether suitable place
there is no reason why the girls and
hoys should not attend its meetings
in the evening, if parents or other
grown-ups concerned approve.
DANCING HUMPHREYS; SANTUCCI;
GREEN A PUGH: BELL &
CARON. Photoplay Attraction: "The
Man Who Dared," featuring Wm.
Russell. Billy Parsont Comedy. ' Fox
Newa. , r , ., ..
MATINEE DAILY, 2:19: EVERY NIGHT, 8:15
.JL0RENZ AMES and ADELAIDE WIN
THR0P;CLARENCE OLIVER and GE0RGIE
OLP: W. H0RLICK and SARAMPA SIS.
TERS; Harry Angar and Nttta Packer; Gaoroe
Wilton and Ben barton: Satty Lillian Gonna
and Bert Albert; Four American Acet:
"TodIci f the Day:" Klncgrama.
Matt.: 15c, 25c and 90c; few 75c to 11.00 Sat.
and Sun. Night; 15c, 250. 50o, 75c, $1.00, $1.25
All Next Week
Wed. and Sat.
Geo. M. . Cohan's Comedians to
A Cohanlzed Opera Comlgue Company
of 75 Twenty-five Sons Hita. Aug
mented Orcheatra. Bljgeat Muaical
Succeaii Since) "The Merry Widow."
Evening and Saturday Matinee, ,
60c to $2.60.,
Wedneaday Matinees, 60c to $2.00.
"OMAHA'S . FUN CENTER"
Daily Mat., 15c to 7Se
Nitei, 25e to $1M
Jacob A Jerraon'i League of Laughter
The SPORTING WIDOWS Klsic
With That Irrettible Fun-Maker
Numerou Vaudeville Interruptions
Beauty Chora of Widow (Gra, War
LADIES' DIME MATINEE WEEK DAYS
Sat. Mat. t Wk: "Folly Tow" with N. Y. CatU
'rnOTOPTAYH. ' ' ' '" j . ' PHOTOPLAYS. ' f ! B '
at W but radoy Muskrat thought J JJtMil II 1 V A Y V Vl lit T - i I
it was a very long time, ne if ill Y I l I 1 1 . 'B , I
'Cbpryrisht. Oo.set Dunlap.- 1 I gfo A A j P jLj
it where, desired, has. been designed f " '-ft-' . '-' IWy m
for handling brjpk packed in crates. , iZjxk .. ' V 4&f K
Africa's fampus Ripon Falls, the " f Tnnv 'A un I
outlet frbm the Victoria Nyanza to ' J 3f " . lUUAl t AINU
the Upper Nile, are to be harnessed . VP- J THIIDdnAV 1
for the production of electricity. . ' r C InUIOUAI ,
parents Problems ij '
Should girls and boys of High ft T V
school age be permitted to belong to J y "- f"" I
clubs that meet in the evening? , -ttyXtomamcif& J- 9WiSy I
As Dr. Lavender says, in Old Ches- 1. t Xfcf r 1 I '
ter Tales, the "best club for a girl M I ! '
is her mothers fireside." The same . i tTC E??? Tavwtl i If I
thing is true for a .boy. If the club , II Vl3l rV f i'-.
PHOTO-I'LAYS. I Mfl i IS CS vHFljjL'
NOW PLAYING j '
JH North -jzSSy ,
-mLss. psim mma
. I . Moit men would have fallen for a beautiful half-clad dancer
Jf " 'i twinging a wicked hip He only shoved her into s trunk In the V
U55gjE!52 next room wat the woman he wanted. See this lateat and moit A
Plj amazing Hayakawa masterpiece. Positively first showing ia Omaha.
STANCE " ljffiF ' ' --J " . '' :
Now Playing . ff
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