THE BEE: OMAHA, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1920.
THE KISS
..',' CONSTANCE GORDON.
It's one thing to be young and at
tractive and popular, but it's an
other thing to be just as young and
just as attractive and -not at all pop-
ular.
" Maribel knew by consulting her
mirror that she was not as plain as
hundreds of other girls who attract
ed men; she knew, too, that she was
interesting whenever she was sweii
a chance to be. Somehow, though,
no man cared vrrv much to cive her
" the chance.
"Clever girl, Maribel!" exclaimed
Iarry Brothers as he crossed the
lawn for a game of teunis with Helen
Drake.
"Don't be stupid," answered
Helen. '"You know she isn't. No
girl is interesting who doesn't even
know what a proposal sounds like.
'Maribel thinks the men are still sink
ing to one knee and begging for
their first kiss."
- Larry struck at a butterfly with his
racket. "I imagine most any man
would sink to his knee in reverence
and maybe stupification if he really
found a girl who reserved her Kisses
until the psychological moment when
he made up his mind to propose
Don t vou think Maribel has ever
been kissed?"
"I never heard anyone mention
having done it," retorted the Rirl.
"I'd propose myself if I thought
for a minute that was the truth. How
many men haye you kissed, Helen?"
"Goodness, don't ask met How can
I remember? I've been engeged 12
times."
"That's the deuce of it. A fellow
finds a girl he could like and' she
tells him to his face that he's the
baker's dozen. Darn if I don't think
I'll marry Maribel." , . ' .
Helen became thoughtful. Maribel
was pretty. It was just possible that
Larry Brothers might do sonic such
silly thing. " .
"Larry, if you don't mind I'm go
ing to call off the game. I'm not up
to fornt anyway today. My arm
hurts. Iowed too far yesterday."
f'You're a bum sport, but I don't
mind if you do call it off. I want
f tU. 1 1 rMi- Kaffir
they go back to town."
"So long. Number Thirteen; she
called as he turned back in the di
rection of the club house.
The girl sauntered slowly back to
the . spot where Maribel was sitting
on the- veranda. Drawing a chair
closer to Maribel, Helen began:
"I've quite a compliment for you,
dear."
. Maribel flushed. , She had seen
Helen on the court with Larry and
long had Larry bectv her hero, al
though he had scarcely given her a
glance during the summer.
"Really!"
"Larry thinks you are wonderful,"
went on Helen,."I think he's going
to ask you for a date tonights Will
you let me give you some advice?"
. That a girl as popular as Helen
could give her some acceptable d
vice was very clear to the wall
flower. "Yes, what is it?"
"Well, I hardly know how to say
it. You're an awfully pretty girl
and well dressed and you dance
nicely, butyou dno't get on with
the men very welly I wonder if you
know where the trouble lies?"
!Tm so glad you spoke of it,
Helen. What is the matter with me?
I simply hate myself. The boys
seem to be attracted at first and then
before they give me a chance to
prove that-1 am not a total fool they
start follewing some butterfly. ' .
"Easy to remedy," said Helen
softly.' "You're a ;coldl blooded
proposition. I don't suppose you've
ever let one of them kiss you." '
"Of course not," replied Maribel
sharply. '.'
"Take my advice and thaw out.
"You mean let them kiss me. Let
Larry kiss me."
"Yes, if you ever expect him to
ask you for another evening. H's
an awfully nice sort and if he wants
to be with a human being instead of
( a warble statue you caq't blame
him really."
"I never thought of doing such
a thing," faltered the ftirl who want
ed to be popular.
"Why don't you think jt over?
No man is going to propose to a
girl from across the room. It simp
ly isn't done." .
Marinel thought it over. Just as
Helen had said, Larry asked her for
an engagement that evening. He
took her to dinner in the cool din
ing room of the club. He told her
she was pretty, that she was clever,
that she was different. Maribel be
came radiant under the spell of flat
tery. When darkness came, Larry and
Maribel left the dancers and sought
the quietudeof the darkened veran-
da. Remembering what Helen had
told her . that afternoon, Maribel
forced herself to allow her fingers to
remain in Larry's warm clasp. He
was .quite close to her and it would
have been a very simple matter for
. Viim t tiav 1riccr1 tir Rt tilt
didn't. Maribel knew he would have
kissed Helen under the same circum
stances and the knowledge that he
was not moved' to sentimentality by
ner presence piquea ner.
"If you were a different sort of
a girl, I'd kiss you," said Larry
softly.
"You know nothing of what sort
I am," answered Maribel, glad that
he could not see her face flush. "
"Would you let could I really "
Larry kissed hir without further
ado. Then he tried to kiss her
again. , She sprang from the, swing
ana tooK ,a lew steps toward the
dancers.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I didn't know I was so repulsive.
. A kiss is. just a kiss. Now there's
. Helen",
."Don't talk of her. If it hadn't
. been for her I'd never have let you
do such a thing. She told me if I
wanted you ever to ask me for an
other engagement I'd have to kiss
you. , But I don't want you ever to
ask me again."
' "Well I'm gping to. I'm going
to ask Vou for an engagement to
morrow' nighf. I know why you
kissed me. now, and I know why
T41,n trilil vr,ii tr. - Onfu flits
noon I told her I liked you because
not every Tom, Dick and Harry
could kiss you and she talked to you
in that vein so it would shatter, all
the dreams I've woven about you.
But it hasn't shattered them, Mari
bel. Come back here. I promise I
won't kres you again. Are you cry-
THE GUMPS
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SLEEPY-TIME TALES
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CHAPTER XVII.
Fish to Fry.
Old Mr. Turtle shook his head.
' "I don't understand it," he said.
He was talking with Peter Mink,
"Don't do itl"saidMr Turtle
who had been lingering about the
mill pond for several days because
the fishing was good.
What is it that you don t under
stand?" Peter Mink asked.
"It's about Paddy Muskrat," Mr.
Turtle explained. "It seems that he's
taken to eating fish.
Peter Mink looked very peevish
when he heard that.
"Hed better ston then," he said,
"or it will be the worse for him. Here
I've come to fish in this pond. And
I don't intend to have Paddy Musk
rat taking any of my fish away from
mc."
Old Mr. Turtle bit his tongue. He
was sorry that he had spoken, for
Paddy Muskrat and he were good
friends and he would not have liked
to see Paddy hurt by Peter Mink or
anybody else' -
What makes you think i'addy
Muskrat is taking my fish?" Peter
demanded. Of course, the fish did
not belong to him, any more than to
everyone else. But that was Peter
Minks way of looking at the mat
ter. Have you seen him catching
any?" he inquired.
"No!" said Mr. Turtle.,
"Have you seen him eating any?"
"Nol" said Mr. Turtle again.
"Then what reason have you for
supposing such a thing.' reter
Mink asked.
"Only this:" Mr. Turtle replied.
"several times lately,, when I've asked
him where he was going and what
he expected to do, Paddy Muskrat
has said, 'I have fish to fry!"'
Peter Mink grunted.
"He's been pretty genteel, it seems
to me," he observed. "Not only is
he eating fish, but he must have
them fried! I'll .soon put a stop to
that," said Peter.
"Be carefull" Mr. Turtle warned
him. "If I were you I'd leave Pad
dy Muskrat alone. You might get
hurt, you knew.
"Hurt!" Peter Mink cried. "Who
would hurt me, I ' should like to
know?"
"You might get burned in the
fire." Mr. Turtle told him.
"What fire?" Peter asked.
'In Paddy Muskrat's fire," said
Mr. Turtle. "He has to have a fire
in order to fry his fish, I suppose."
Then Peter Mink went off to hunt
Paddy Muskrat. ' And as soon as he
was out of sight Mr. Turtle swam
away in exactly the opposite direc
tion, to try to find Paddy Muskrat
and warn him to look out for Peter
Mink. -
, Mr. Turtle knew just where to
look for Paddy Muskrat. so he found
him first, on the bank near his
house. Paddy was just about to
jump into the pond for a swim when
Mr. Turtle spied him. -
"What are you going to do?" Mr.
Turtle inquired.
"I have fish to fry," Paddy Musk
rat answered. "
"Don't do it!" said Mr. Turtle.' "I
advise you to stop eating fish 1 at
once, for Peter Mink has heard that
you are catching fish and he is very
angry."
Paddy Muskrat looked surprised.
ing?" He rose and stepped swiftly
to the girl.
"Yes, I'm crying. I'm just a silly
liitle fool, but I didn't want any man
to kiss me until "
She permitted him to seat her in a
chair. A bit of lace fluttered before
her eyes for a moment and then she
hwas conscious of her hand beine
imprisoned in his. Larry, on one
knee, was asking her to let him prove
that he wasn't quite a cad, to let him
nope that some day she would give
him a kiss of her own accord, with
out any adjvee from Helen.
"Is that the way men propose?"
the girl asked, after a time.
"I really couldn't say dear," he
told her. "This is the first time I
ever did it, but you might ask Helen.
She seems to be well versed in pro
posals. She suggested to me that
this was the acceptable way in your
sight Is it?"
, For answer she gave him her lips.
7
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TALE OP
ARTHURaSCOTT BAILEY !
;'I don't care for fish!" he ex
claimed. "I , don't see how such a
story started!"
It was Mr. Turtle's turn to be sur
prised. . ,
"Why!" he cried. "You just told,!
me that you had fish to fry 1"
;'Yesl" Paddy said. "But I didn't
really mean that. I only meant that
I was very busy."
Mr. Turtle was puzzled.
"It's, a queer way of saying so,"
he remarked. "Do you mean to tell
me that you never make a fire at
all?"
"Certainly notl" Paddy Muskrat
declared. , 1
"Then," said Mr. Turtle, "if I were
you I'd stop talking that way. It's
misleading. And it may get you into
trouble. Peter Mink is hunting for
youhis very minute. And he'll hurt
you if he can. I'm going to stay
near you for a while, so I can help
you if Peter finds you." '
Paddy Muskrat thanked him. And
then he leaped into the pond to en
joy his swim, with Mr. Turtle fol
lowing some distance behind him.
Paddy hoped that he wouldn't
meet Peter Mink. But he was very
glad to know, that Mr. Turtle was
not far away. ' ,
(Copyright, Grosset & Dunlap.l
Common Sense
Beware of Your Nerves.
By J. J. MUNDY.
Have you reached a stage in. your
life where you are easily affected
probably near to the point of tears
by music of certain strains, . by
touching scenes in movie theaters, or
by the sad words of a song?
Are you so easily moved that you
try to avoid everything which may
have such an effect on you? ,
You wonder why you have not
better control over yourself.
The more you think about your
condition, the more puzzled you be
come and soon this reaches the point
of alarm.
It is likely you have been work
ing under too high a pressure.
You do not get enough exercise
in the open air, you do not mix
enough with people, you think too
much about yourself.
Perhaps a rest is needed or at least
a lessening of the line of endeavor
which is taking more vitality from
you than nature is able to restore.
You should not allow yourself to
go on as you are, for you are likely
to have a nervous breakdown which
may affect you more seriously than
you realize.
(Copyright, 1920. International Feature
, Service, Inc.)
Parents Problems
. Vhat. course should be followed
with a girl of 15 vho says she ''wants
to bo a doctor, like father?"
Let the matter stand. If the girl
inherits her father's fitness for the
medical profession, no better early
preparation could be made; if it la
only admiration for her father
nothing but good will have been
done. ,
WHY?
Is the "Marathon" Race So
Called?
(Copyright, ' 1920, By The Wheeler
Syndicate, Inc.)
The Marathon foot race, re
vived in the modern Olympic
games held for the first time in
Athens in 1896, takes its . name
from the historic feat of the mes
senger who ran from Marathon,
Greece to Athens, carrying the
news that the Greek forces had
vanquished the Persians, in spile
of the fact that they had been
outnumbered 10 to 1.
The Greek ,leader, Miltiades,
commanding the small body of
men from Athens and the sur
rounding country, had contrived
to stage the crucial battle of his
campaign at Marathon, and when
the Persians, under Datis and
Artephernes, were forced to re
treat they left more than 6,000
dead upon the field. Knowing
that Athens was eagerly, awaiting
the news of the conflict, Mil
tiades called for a volunteer to
carry the glad tidings. A youth
fur soldier stepped out of the
ranks and agreed to run the dis-v
tance 26 miles, 385 yards which
later became the classic marathon
measure. Historians state that
the soldier's name was Pheldi
pides, but nothing has beeti found
to support the tradition that the
messenger fell dead at the end of
his journey. -
Hasses Kolehmainen of Fin
land, who won the Marathon in
this year's Olymuic games, holds
the world's record for the event,
having covered the distance in 2
hours, 32 minutes, 35 4-5 seconds.
RIGHT IN THE
Plan Practical
Vocational Work
Commerce High Stiidents of
Salesmanship May Be Given
Actual Training.
Attending school'half the day'and
receiving practical instruction in the
art of retail salesmanship during the
remainder of the time was the plan
offered by Miss Isabel Craig Bacon,
special agent of retail selling for
the Federal Board of- Vocational
Education to members of the Asso
ciated Retailers yesterday afternoon,
for those students who have chosen
salesmanship as their future occu
pation. The object of such a plan, accord
ing to Miss Bacon, would be to as
sure a higher grade of salesmanship
that would be mutually advantage
ous to employer and employe. In a
few years a steady .stream of edu
cated boys and girls would be fill
ing vacancies that otherwise would
be filled by beginners, she added.
;"Of course," continued Miss Bac
on, "ready co-operation on the part
of the retailers- of the city would be
necessary for the successful cul
mination of such a project. Pro
prietors -and managers must stand
ready to aid in every manner pos
sible. Sufficient compensation must
be allowed as an added inducement
for the student to complete his or
her course of instruction." -
New Plans for this co-operative
education, to be instituted in the
Omaha High School of Commerce,
were presented at the weekly meet
ing of the Kiwanis club at the Hotel
Rome yesterday. Miss Bacon was
the principal sperkei1, giving in a
general way the methods to be em
ployed in order to realize this co
operation with the public schools,
i Students in the junior and senior
years at the Commercial High
school, in event that the present
plans materialize, will go to school
half the day and work in the down
town stores the remainder of the
time, under special supervision of
propeirtors and managers. '
D. E. Porter and Mrs. Rae Wil
liams of the Omaha Commercial
state .
High school; L. A. Hartley, state
supervisor of industrial vocational
education, and Miss Alice Loomis,
state supervisor of household train
ing, were guests at the Kiwanis club
luncheon.
Trie
CAN
HERE are two examples of
what entertainers call
"Chalk Stunts." ' Some "Chalk
Stunts" so called because they
are usually made with colored
chalk on large sheets of drawing
paper are too difficult for any
one not a skilled caricaturist to
attempt, but others are easy.
Draw with pencil or chalk a
figure like Figure 1 and ask
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I
your admiring friends to tell
you what it is
No one wil! recognize it as
a likeness of . anything in the i
world until you explain:
"Well, it doesn't look like .
much, that's a fact. It is, how
ever, a picture of a scrub woman
a rear view."
They'll see the resemblance.
. "That isn't all," you must con-T
tinue. "I'll add a few lines and
we'll have a correct portrait of
a denizen of the hald-head row
watching her."
Surely you can draw the lines
shown in Figure 2 well enough
"to get the idea across," as the
actors say. I
If the folks like that trick,
tell them that, you will draw, in
three lines, a picture of a soldier,
a dog and part of a house. Then
draw what you see in Figure 3.
The perpendicular line is part
of a housfr-a door, in, fact,
through which the soldier has
just passed. His presence is
certain because the end of his
bayonet is to be seen. The dog's
tail likewise, proves that the dog
is there.
Copyright, Thompson Feature Service
I
SEA
More Truth
By JAMES J.
'TWAS EVER THUS
In the days when gowns of goatskin were the fashion,
When a man desired a maiden for his wife.
He woud rap her on the shoulder with a heavy limestone boulder, .
Which (he fancied) made a slave of her for life.
But In after years it very often happened
That the cave-man cooked the grub and milked the cow,
While beneath an oak tree shady on a tussock sat My Lady
And in shrill emphatic language told him how. . ;
In the days when men went round In iron clothing,
i Though King Arthur thought he ruled his brilliant sphere
All the seneschals and warders, if he gave them any orders,
Had to get the same confirmed by Guinevere.
Though the knights were full of pep and nerve and muscles,
And at jousts and other forms of noble sport
Did the fighting and the drinking, 'twas their wives who did the
I thinking,
And in consequence were bosses at the court
Though Mark Antony believed he'd conquered Egypt,
Cleopatra had a different idea.
He's a handsome little geezer, Marcus Is," she wrote to Caesar.
"But he'll never get this place away from me."
And though lotus flowers she twined to trim his brows with,
And bestowed on him her loveliest vampire smile,
AH the soldiers In the legions which were quartered in those regions
Knew that she was bossing Egypt all the while.
So we're not surprised to read the news from Russia
That some ladies In the song-and-dancing line,
Trim, petite and gauzy-skirted, their dominion have exerted
Very defMy over Trotzky and Lenine.
So it's been since kings and bosses first existed;
They are only human beings after all.
And though males abjectly cower to their majesty and power,
When a looker comes along they always fall!
WHAT MORE COULD ONE ASK? ,
y Prices are getting quite reasonable in New York. You can get a
moderate dinner for about six dollars and fifty cents, not counting the tip.
WHY CONFISCATE 'EM?
The government has confiscated several Chicago breweries, and
the question arises: "Now that it's got 'em, etc.,"
BEATING THE BOSS TO IT
Before Manager Comiskey had a chance to sell his crooked ball
players they had sold themselves.
HOLDING A
v Adele Garrison's
Revelations
What Happened When Madge
Arrived at TJip Fairfax Dinner.
There may be more beautiful
things on this earth " Dicky quot
ed, then caught his breath and
clutched my hand. "Look at that,
Madge, but keep still. Go at a
crawl here, please" to the driver.
I did not need the first injunction,
a familiar one to my ears from my
artist husband, one that I never dis
regard, but which he never fails to
utter. I used to take umbrage at
it, until long ago he explained that
it had become second nature to
him through saying it to compan
ions who insistedSupon chattering
when they saw anything new and
beautiful.
A Vision of Beauty.
I returned the pressure ' of his
,hand, a silent agreement with his
mood, -which I have learned he
likes and unconsciously misses if I
ever omit it and then I gave my
own soul up to the picture before
me.
Our drive had been a most beau
tiful one, through groves of long
leafed pines, with the moonlight
sending long shafts of mellow light
along the Bandy roads. And then
we had turned through high, old,
iron gates, flung hospitably wide
open, into a winding drive flanked
on either side with wonderful trees,
not so tall as the pines, but far
more massive, whose symmetrical
branches were covered with glossy
leaves and red berries that stood out
distinctly in the moonlight.
I knew what they were,' for I
had seen and exclaimed at a similar
one in Betty Kane's yard, and even
begged a sprig of flie berries as a
souvenir of my first glimpse of holly
growing the holly which I had al
ways loved and associated with my
Christmases, but which I had never
seen save piled up in branches up
on the hucksters' stalls.
Dicky had. thrown a brief, quick
question at the driver:
"Holly trees, eh1? How old are
they?"
"Nobody living knows," the man
had returned. "I've heard they were
planted by one of Miss Dora's an
cestors many years before the war
I mean the one we used to call the
war," he amended hastily. "But
they've always been the pride of
the Paiges the' place is called
'Holly Lodge because of them."
"Thank you," Dicky had returned,
and the words and tone had subtly
conveyed that he was possessed of
all the information he needed. The
driver evidently understood, for he
had not spoken again, nor had any
of us, save Dicky himself, when he
commanded me to look.
The Mysterious Chauffeur. -
The vista through the holly trees
was certainly worth the tribute of
Drawn for The
Than Poetry
MONTAGUE
HUSBAND
New Phase of
of a Wife
silence. We had come upon it
suddenly at a bend in the avenue of
trees, evidently cunningly contrived
for just this sudden view. Upon a
gentle little eminence stood an old
southern mansion, such as it .had
been my dream to see, and yet dif
fered somewhat from the houses I
had seen pictured. Two Immense
wings, each with many windows
ablaze with lights, yet with , no
doors In front that I could distin
guish, flanked on either side by a
wide porch and 'with tall Georgian
pillars in front. Unlike most
houses, this porch had no rooms
"back of it, but extended the whole
depth of the house.
I could see past the lights which
illuminated it, a lovely view beyond
ii of flowers and trees. Wonderful
rhododendrons, distinct in the illu
mination, were banked under the
wings, while ivy, as old as the
house, rioted everywhere. '
But even the "crawl" which
Dicky had commanded soon brought
us to the wide driveway curving up
to the Georgian entrance. Just be
fore, we reached it, Dicky asked an
other question:
"What do they call this arrange
ment of porch, anyway?"
"A blow-away," the man respond
ed. "It gets pretty hot down here
sometimes, you know, but there's
always a breeze there. At the
back it extends out on both sides
to the ends of the house, so that the
breeze comes from all directions.
"I'm going to have a house like
this," my husband said decidedly,
but I had no time to, answer him
even if I had wished for the car
had stopped, and an elderly colored
r.ian striving to appear young and
jaunty in a uniform that even in
the moonlight I could tell was old
and faded opened the door of our
car. bowing.
There were a number of other cars
parked in a grassy space near ours.
I gave them only a cursory glance
as I waited for Dicky's mother and
my father to get out of the car, then
started, as from behind the 'one
nearest I heard Major Grantland's
voice:
"What are you doing here? I
thought I told you"
"Im driving the Moreland's, that s
what I'm doing. I can't help It If
my old customers ask me to drive
them to a place, can I? How did I
know?"
"That will do," Major Grantland
returned sternly. "You may stay,
but remember I have my eye on you.
Don't try anything."
"No sir," the man replied humbly,
and as Major Grantland left the
car and strode toward us with his
hand outstretched to Dicky, I real
ized that the man to whom he had
been speaking was the driver of the
closed car which had dogged us the
night ot our arrival la Cedar Crest.
Bee by Sidney Smith.
I'M THE GUY
I'M THE GUY who never remem
bers your name.
Why should I? I can't remem
ber everybody's name. I've too many
other more Important things to
think about. I can' be bothered
with a mere name. ,
It's embarrassing, I . will admit,
when I have to introduce you as I
often do to someone on Important
business. But what does that mat
ter? It's so much easier to say "Meet
Me, here," or "Meet our head sales
man." That requires little or no
mental effort. r ,
True, we've been in the same of
fice for some time and I meet you
every day. But I've called you Bill
or Jack or Bo. You, see how It is
I'm too busy to remember your
name. I'm not strong for details
anyway, and after all a name is a
mere detail. 1
Of course, I'd get sore If any
one called me "Mr. here," or "Our
friend over there." . But that's dif
lerent. I'm important.
So don't take offense when I fail
to recall your name. Just remem
ber, I'm too busy.
Do I make my point clear?
AMTCSEMENT8.
TODAY M:n?
Last Two Time
THE MENTAL MARVEL
ALEXANDER
- Mytteriouily Entertaining
All Next Week
Matinees
Wed. and Sat.
Ceo. M. Cohan's Comedian In
THE ROYAL
VAGABOND
A Cohanized Opeva Comtque
Company of 75 Symphony Orchestra
j Last Two Times. .
Matine Today 2:18 ;
Early Curtain
TONIGHT AT 8:40
FLORENZ AMES and ADELAIDE
WINTHROP; CLARENCE OLIVER and
GEORGIE OLP; W. HORLICK and
SARAMPA SISTERS; Harry Anger and
Netta Packer; George Wilson and Ben
Larson; Sassy Lilian Gonne and Bert
Albert; Four American Aces; "Topics
ot the Day;" Kinograms.
Mats.i 15c, 25c and 80c; few 75c to
fl.00 Sat. and Sun. Nightl 15c, 25c,
50c, 75c, $1.00, $1.25.
"OMAIA'S FUN CENTER"
Daily Mat, 15c to 75c
Nites, 25c to $1.25
The Show That SarorlMd WIm Broadway
JAMES E. CHI I V TnilM MUSICAL
COOPER'S iULLI I WWII BURLESK
With the N. Y. Cut Direct From th All-Sum.
mm Rub st ths Beautiful Columbia Theater.
Broadway and 47th Sta.
Blgomt Mmlcal Revue We Ever Played.
Selling Out Twlca Dally. No Advance In Prlcaa.
LADIES' DIME MATINEE WEEK DAYS
EM Pit ESS
LAST
TIMES
TODAY
VIOLIN MISSES; GILLETTE; HARRY
BOND A CO.; DOYLE A ELAINE;
Photoplay Attraction, "No. 99," fea
turing J. Warren Kerrigan; Sunshine
Comedy; Fox News.
BEATTY'S
Co-Operative .
Cafeterias
Pay Dividends to Those Who
Do the Work
PHOTOPLAYS.
no apology
Starting Sunday, the MOON THEATER will present
Frank L. Packard's great story of
the underworld
"The White Moll"
By the Author of "The Miracle Mao"
Wa Arlmit u 13 a 8t0ry of the Underworld, whew love
" c sunlit builda its dream du8t futura wlthout reckon.
ing on the ashes of the past, where vultures come to seek their
prey, where plots 'and counterplots hide behind paint and tinsel
117. Admit 11 18 drara f the demi-monde where
VV C XUIIllk women put seductive messages into their
glances, and their red. ted lips give silent invitations, where life's
dark corners and byways are illuminated by the fearless search
light of truth.
But
we have no apology to offer for "The White Moll." Its
lesson is clean, its method is 'unafraid, its spectacle is
not a painted picture but a penetrating photograph of reality
ot life itself.
Remember "Tim; White
Governor McKelvie Speaks
To Dawson County Voters
Cozad. Neb., Oct. 2-'. (Special
Telegram.) At Eddyville, Coiad
and Lexington, Governor McKelvie ,
addressed the voters of Dawson
county on national and state issues
and was well received by good sized
audiences who gave him the closest
attention. His statements relativt
to his administration of the affairs
of the. state won him many friends.
rilOTOrLAYS.
Last Times Today
"Riders
of the
Daunt
WITH AN
ALL-STAR CAST
Tomorrow and All Net Wak
t tli
SUN
LAST TIMES TODAY
DOUGLAS MACLEAN
and
DORIS MAY
in
"The Jailbird"
LAST TIMES TODAY
"Food for Scandal"
AND
"Romance of Omaha"
LAST TIMES TODAY
BESSIE BARRISCALE
in "Kitty Killy, M.'D.
Moll" Starts Stanky
NOW PLAYING
B'The
W 8 Winds
Malice"
" i Th famous
Syrrl story by
f.EX BEACH
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