The Oregon daily journal., February 13, 1922, Page 9, Image 9

MONDAY. FEBRUARY 13, 1922.
THE OREGON DAILY JOURNAL, PORTLAND, OREGON.
C4XT7EIX." T. rr remarked with a
V tins of rallery in hU ton after!
roily Tlctan nad rated herself comfort
ably In )U'i favorite chair. "I see that
Warrea 'nd nl leader re rot It aU fixed
up how con (Tree's a boat to do so me thin'
at last"
"Do somethlnr t laatT Polly answered
Ktirny. "Where do you get that 'at laat'
muff? Don't yon read the papers any
moref
"Nlfht nd mornin'," T. Paer assured
her cheerfully. That's how I set It."
"Congress has been working for a year
i.ow," Holly declared. "Didn't you know
ihatr
"I know It's been workinY T. Paer
replied, "but the way tt'a been workln'
rrmlnda me of a batch of home brew."
Why doe Itr Polly demanded. "It's
done wonders."
Well." T. Paer answered reflectively,
"It reminds me of home brew because
It's five off a awful lot of froth 'nd
bubbles .'nd so far as anybody cas ace
about the only thine It's brewed's a
national headache."
"That's on accoynnt of the Democrat,"
I'otly Insisted disgustedly. "All they
do's to vote no on anything President
Harding 'nd Senator Lodge puts up to
m.
"Tou can't blame 'em much," T. Paer
grinned. " conslderln' what's been pat up
lo 'em, can you?
"Of course you can. Polly conterMed
heatedly. "I can't see wby they can't
forget petty politics for a minute or two
and vote the way they ought to,
"It's too bad Warren 'nd Lodge 'nd
the rest of the boys that's hollerln' so
loud now dldnt think of that lor a
roupU of years before last March," T.
Paer retorted. "If they had they
wouldn't of had so much worry to spoil
their digestions at these feeds Warren's
rlvln at the White House every once
In a while theas days.'
"There's no use arguing with you.'
Polly answered hopelessly. "If a rur
ufon'd try to stick a pin In the bridge
of your nose he'd put both your eyes
out
"They're still wide enough apart so
they don t interfere with my breath In
T Paer answered cheerfully, "But," he
added. I'd like to of saw the bill of
fare that Warren give Lodge 'nd the rest
of the boys when he fed 'em at the
White House the other day
"1 don't know as It makes any differ
ence what they had.' Polly answered.
"The thing that a interesting the public s
what they made up their minds to do.
"I know." T. Paer conceded, "but Ira
wonderln' whether they Just et raw meat
or whether it was a vegetable lunch."
What would he have a vegetable
lunch for?" Polly asked suspiciously.
Are you tryin" to be funny?"
"So the Farm Bloc , would feel more
at home." T. Paer grinned. "That is,"
he added, "If any of them fellahs was
Invited." .
"Them fellah're worse than the Demo
crats," Polly exclaimed heatedly. They
are the cause of all the trouble' back
there."
"WelL they's one thine you can count
on -in a farm horse," T. Paer remarked
remintscently, "If you baste him on the
nose with a whip stock long nd hard
enough he's pretty sure to bust his
halter strap 'nd stampede out'n the
tall."
Who has basted 'era?" Polly asked
belligerently. "And if they've been bast
ed," she Insisted, "It's because they've
been balky and wouldn't pull together."
Sometimes you can't blame a horse
for balkin' if you watch the driver." T.
Paer said philisophically. " 'nd some
times you can't blame him for balkin'
when the wind's blowin' from the wagon
nd you see what he's asked to haul."
"Who's asking them farm senators to
do anything they oughtn't to be glad
tor' Polly Inquired. "All the adminis
tration wants 'em to do is to pass a
tariff bill and fix up 'the treaties and
the bonus and the merchant marine and
the farm credits and a few other things
and adjourn by the first of June."
"I ruess." T. Paer chuckled, "the thing
that Warren 'nd Lodge 'nd the rest of
the lunch gang'd like most'd be to see
the Farm Bloc go home even before the
first of June."
"'I don't know as U'd hurt the country
much If they did," Polly retorted spite
fully.'AU they do's to stay around
under foot for the administration to
stumble over."
"Well, they's one cheerin' sign." T.
Paer grinned guilelessly, "the administra
tion's united 'nd harmonious on one
thing anyway."
"What's that?" Polly asked doubt
fully. "I don't blame you for kinda fon-ettin'
It," T. Paer answered blandly. "It's Newberry."
Wild Ducks Graze
On Pasture Lands,
But Do No Damage
Docks have been grazing upon - the
pasture lands of Tillamook, bay country
this winter In a way that caused local
residents to appeal to the United States
game warden for permission to shoot
them.
Ray C. Steele immediately hurried to
Tillamook coast to' investigate. The
ducks were grazing an right, thousands
of widgeons, commonly -known as bald
pates, congregated upon a small area.
"But I found them doing no serious
damage," said Steele, "other than eating
off the winter growth On the meadows
which would die anyway when the spring
growth comes. They are not destroying
the grass at all. They are merely eating
off the winter growtb. and are not pull
ins It up at all."
No stock is grazed upon the meadows
In winter, says Steele and when the
spring grazing begins, the birds will be
gone.
HER OWN WAY & - wST
a
W. J. Van Horn of Orchard Grove
farm near Fossil is exhibiting an egg
weighing 6Vi ounces and measuring nine
inches in its largest circumference.
SYNOPSIS i
Helta Gorman. following the teth of ar
BMther at their boss in Biatetritta, as apstate
Mew Tsrk town, bracks with her uncle, Daniel
Sloans, sad roaa to Not York city to malm bar
own way. Her only frit ml in the metropolis is
Elisabeth Mra, a sana. t wham apartment she
iocs upon her arrival. , One eveainc a little
later Helen Gorman, while dining in a raataaimnt
vita vita some friends' waa aamriaad by her
trorla. Asians Ut traninino Heian atakaa
a yotux physician, Ir. Andntw, wan vtta
other jdoni people cooks to the firij" apart
mrntt aceaaonaUy.
CHAPTER 25
(CoprriaiU. 121. by Star Coayjaaj)
-pLIZABETH MAYO and Helen Gor-
JLi man did not wash the dishes that
night after their guests' departure.
"Let them wait until morning," Elisa
beth proposed when he friend started to
carry soiled . plates and glasses into the
feitf-Hn "Tomorrow will be time enouerh.
Sie spoke almost fretfully. ' She was
tired after the evening's merriment. She
wanted to go to bed. Noting this, Helen
did not argue. She was so weary her
self that she longed for rest.
T hate to have you go now,
In 20 minutes the little flat was silent
and its occupants slumbering heavily.
It was o'clock in the morning, and
etill dark, when the telephone rang.
Helen started to a Bitting posture.
Hark'.-' she exclaimed. "What is
that?" . -
Elizabeth struggled out of bed. "It's
the telephone, of course," she explained.
"What did you suppose it was?'
She stumbled across the room into the
hall, more asleep than awake.
Three minutes later she returned to
her room and switched on the light.
"What's the matter?" Helen de
manded. ! '
"Enough's the matter," was the re
joinder. "A case." :
tm and you're going?" Helen asked.
"Tea. I've got to.i 1 kicked a bit. But
it's one of Dr. Miller's cases, and he's
too big a man for me to refuse. He just
about took my head off when I asked
him if I could not go on tomorrow In
stead. He reminded me that the patient
might be dead by; then. He's an old
brute but he's a star.''
j
and
Helen
said regretfully.
She felt suddenly very lonely.
spoke without thinking. "It's igotog to
be awfully forlorn here without you."
Elizabeth gave a sharp laugh, but
there was no mirth in the sound.
"My dear," she said sarcastically,
"when you save lived as long as I have,
you will know that money does not come
to people who sit around and do nothing.
I have played for a week. Now I have
to start in again and earn my living.''
The words made Helen uncomfortable,
acu.she lapsed into silence after asking
her companion if She could help her in
any way and being answered in the
negative. 'The -country girl lay still,
watching the nurse as she packed her
tag deftly and swiftly. In 20 minutes
Elizabeth Mayo was ready to obey the
physician's summons.
"I expect to be back this evening.
she said then. "Probably In time for
dinner. We can get it at a restaurant
if we want to and if you do not feel
like preparinr It, Or. I can cook It after
I come horn. Tou will have to wash
the dtahe left ; from the party, you
know-
Tea, I know." Helen rejoined.
' "Well, there's no hurry about them.
You have all day before you and you
may as well sleep late. Fortunately for
you. ytm do not have to go to work."
Again Helen felt uncomfortable. Ly
ing alone In the little bedroom after her
eempanlon had gone, she tried to sleep,
he head ached violently. She suppose d
this was due to the unaccustomed drink
and food of last night.
She hoped that Elizabeth had not in
tended to remind her that she had lived
a lazy life since her arrival in New
York. But it was the truth. Eke had
Insisted on paying Elizabeth a nominal
sum for board, yet it was only fair
that. It the girls were to live together.
they should divide equally the expenses
of the menage.
This was not possible unless Helen
got a situation of some sort.
"I will see about It today." she re
solved. "Pretty soon I will get up. dress
myself and wash h dishes, then go
down to the Y. W. C A."
She fell Into a troubled slumber and
dreamed that hf uncle was standing
at the aide of the bed accusing her of
idleness and contrasting- Be behavior
of last night with the behavior of her
mother at her age.
' Helen awoke with a sob .-and looked
about t her. Then she closed her eyej
with a groan. ,
The sickening mental reaction thai
follow late hours and imprudent die
gripped her. She remembered with di
tress the "party" of last night -
"Mother would have disapproved ! 3
know she would!" she groaned.
She was too wretched to lie still mxti
think longer. At t o'clock she got nr
took-a cold bath and dressed. The-n,
after heating for herself a cap of coffee
left from last night, she began her work
upon the dishes.
She would wash these, set the apart
ment -in order, and go out to see about
some regular occupation for the dayt
to come.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
TM fTITDS SOUGHT
Sola. Feb. U. Scio high school plants
an entertainment this week la the in
terest of the new gymnasium. Bonds
at S10 apiece are being sold to business
men. The building wiU be used as a
community bouse.
V '
SAMUEL HOYT '
Grants Pass. Feb. U. Samuel Hoyt
ts. veteran of the Civil war and resident
or Grants Pass for X years, died Wed
nesday. His second wife, former !y
Fnm L. Condert, survive.
BRINGING UP FATHER
(Btclstered TJ
Pitaet' Of flea I
By George McManus
The End of the Kacc
By Thornton W. Bargeis
rnfnrtnnata brslnnlno mar
To happr andincs lead the J
Farmer Bmwn'n Bj.
NEVRR had the Green Forest seen so
strange a race. Iown a hill, run
' nlng as never before In all his life, was
Bowser the Hound. Just behind him,
' rtining and bounding was a barrel, a
runaway barrel. Now and then It touched
a tree and spun around, only to keep
on again more madly than ever. And
Inside that barrel was poor, helpless
Prickly Porky the Porcupine.
How would It end? Farmer Brown's
Boj-, watching from the top of the
hill, wondered. Sammy Jay, watching
from a tree, wondered. Chatterer the
Ked, Squirrel watching ' from another
tree, wondered. Ieter Itabblt. sitting up
very sralgnt that he might see better,
wondered. Bowser the Hound, fright
ened almost out of his wits, wondered.
And. most of all. Trlckly Porky, inside
the barrel, wondered.
"Poor rrickly Porky. He didn't even
know what had happened or'what was
happening. He had been contentedly
eating at the bottom of the barrel,
eating twigs which had been 'dipped In
salt water and so were"- the roost de
lirious food he ever had tasted, when,
without any warning, he was whirled
over and over and thrown' about this
way and that so fast that hjs slow wits
were quite addled. And even had they
not been he wouldn't have known what
to make of It. because he knew nothing
of the accidental upsetting of the barrel
from the sled at the top of the hill.
It seemed ever and .ever so long to
those watching that queer race before
the end came. It seemed longer still to
Bowser. But. really, It was In little
more than a minute. Just ss it seemed
as if that barrel would surely catch
Bowser It was turned off by a stick and
""r-e'" i i . i .
Cuticura Talcum
It So Refreshing
A few grains of this exquisitely
eora ted powder dusted" on the skin
soothes and cools, and overcomes
heavy perspiration. It ie an Ideal
(see, skin, baby and dusting powder
and tafcas the plsse of other perfumes
far the skin.
WMAmwbjbm
Ua i n mead tea. Till am Ma.
iX SeaeSJa. Qa I H eaS
mfmf Cawoma Jaaeaivii
The hoopti buret and tlic slaves flew
apart In all direction and Prickly
Porky was thrown out.
then ?anded with a crash squarely I
against the trunk of a bijr tree. Th?
hoops burst and the staves flew apart in
all directions and Prickly Porky was
thrown out on the snow, where he lay
so still that every one was sure he
was dead.
But he wasn't. No sir, he wasn't. He
simply had all the ireath knocked out
of him. Before Farmer Brown's Boy
could get to him he began to kick feebly.
Then he got his breath and rolled over
onto' his feet. He shook ne leg. then
another. He shook hlmsolr all over and
a lot of those little spears hidden in his
coat fell out. They had been loosened by
nis ternnie nnaKing as ne rouea aown
the hill in the barrel.
He grunted and whined fretfully. Then
he discovered one ot those salty twigs
right in front of him, and squatting down
right there began to eat with little
whines of pleasure, quite as If nothing
at all had happened.
Farmer Brown's Boy burst out laugh
ing. "I guess you are not hurt," said
he. "Not even your appetite la hurt. I'm
glad of IL I certainly am glad of it.
I was afraid you would be killed. I
never could have forgiven myself If
that had happened. No, sir. I never
could. 1 hope you don't think I rolled
you clown hill In the barrel purposely.
I wouldn't do such a mean thing as that.
Of course not. I wouldn't think of it
Now. keep away from the Oid Orchard
and I will bring you some salt once in
a while,"
He whistled for BowBer and Bowser
came to him, still trembling and looking
quite as foolish as he felt. Then Farmer
Brown's Boy started for home and as he
tramped along he burst out laughing
every few minutes. As for Prickly
Porky he, finished the salty twigs and
then gnawed the barrel staves wherever
there was the least taste of salt. Fi
nally he climbed a. tree and settled him
self for a nap.
(Coprricht. 1922. by . W. Bunen)
Lectures on West
By Riley Lauded by
St. Louis Resident
FUNERAL
COMPLETE
oasKCT, two auToe, Ntaasg.
aJSALMine. outiidi ioi
Vg SURKtft, UNtftL NO.
noes, eianass- olovss, usg
omapcl
IiIiller&Tracey
rferw Dl
wasNiaaTon ar klla
t mum test, ts-sb
in the opinion of
southwestern district mana-
Pt. Louis and the Middle West needs
man like Frank Branch Riley to ad
vertise Its attractions
J. S. Tritle,
ger of the Westir.ghouse Electric & Man
ufacturing company, in a letter to Carl
L Wernicke, branch manager ot the
company in Portland.
Tritle attended a lecture delivered by
Riley before the Electrical Board pf
Trade In St Louis last week. His opin
ion is also echoed in editorial comment
on the lecture, made by the St. Louis
Times. Clippings of the editorial and
news item's of the Riley lectures In St.
Louis have been received from the St.
Louis Chamber of Commerce by the
local chamber. i
The letter from the St Louis man, in
part, follows : i
"In my opinion this is thctoest war to
advertise, a section of the country such
as the one in which you live; and I only
wish that we had in St. Louis, in the
past, such a man as Mr. Riley to talk
to me citizens or St. Louis. In the inl
ml table way h does, as I do not knoa
of anything that would do more to Instill
public spirit in the citizens, of A town
than to have a man ! like Mr. Riley
present ine racts to them."
DO TOO MEJs A
w -i-i ric. i uv
ARE NOT iONNA,
E. AT QURAN'S
PARTY TONICiHT?
HOW CAN 1?1FID NEAK
OUT TONlCHT-MAC5!E
WOULX BEATME UP SO I
VOUt-D trriOT BE AELE
TO 0 TO
tinv party
TOMORROW
NICHT- T
iff LJr W
t i s 1 a v
0
.IT CERTAINLY 1 llflMTlBl .
MJit TpN KWTS tj ' ft
! PARTY BUT IT JV..
i CAN'T' BE vTp.T . 3ff
HELPED - .JOI g jj'
WHAT
THE MATTER -
UVE HERtz-
r KNOW OOT THE
HOOtsE lt QUARAN
TINED - rso ONE. lt
ALLOWED
rv-t
aJ& N OR OUT-
SAN'
THAT
TM ORRYrfOO wihto
SPEAK TO YOUR WIFE -YOU
WILL HAVE. TO PHONE A
OHE CANT
COME OUT-
2-6 t22
i
Featus Scwvtci." IhcJ
KRAZY KAT
ti'opjnstn.
by lntprnauoum
Serriee, Inc.)
tvaiurc
Decision Reserved
yourAwT)
. 1 CrCfr AAC J I
LHJAJT ttXifXl
V00 BOILED Ck
U)D&a TO fAVctJ
ho-
HAVE YOU BOTH
Fkltt,C Bom
Wfjrr MVH-
ok wcrr t
1 I
1
f7
)
(Tp you was vo)" so
YOU COULb TtO.
MB WOT I 5hGUU
Do mm you -
-riii
1
i wf tTx nTw mtwwica, 4S&
rSe,W 74.''
ABIE THE AGENT
c. Int. I
Game to the End
lOUKT to THEN FROM
WERE Nou
VAMKT wouut
SAtn
MOVTO ( V Cm(: ( K:VMH kJEKitTac? ) V wHiw?) VL J ( WOT?
LITTLE JIMMY
( Ctpyrisht,
1922. bj International Featora
Service, iuc. j
Colly.
MusTa beek)
Vi ORFUL
IT MUT57A BEEN m itfM
CONSIDERABLE ( VV "r
I op a Ruckus 'AsJi
considerable
JERRY ON THE JOB
Vho ) 'D'GINT
fpl '1 If
Evidentiy Not So Very Easy
- HE WUZ ARDUN
Tfe.YlN TO COLLEC
ONE UV DEM
EASY PAYMENTS .
brWj . STi-VY
TVS' ah Biwr Tb Be Uillcp
Sheet CHAanv Am ALuTUsri
,Jr Was, Gm&AuM
OO Mjcw Shire VarttL I
12ESfc4JBfWeYprc 6CJT.
,1b Qirrrcitfr.
Til 9'.
1 II.. II vv
iCcrrricht. 1822. ly Jnteraational reatarc
8 rt"..-e. iir.l
m
U) wmm
WQJL VIES THE,
His om
C4R,.
A SlH THAT loot?
LIKE ME YjAlfTS" SbMEJ
I PEEH PASSES' ToThcv)
w
WOU) W VEAO 13P s IP SOU CCXXD
of Chops
Please Pass the Victuals
Y UOWT ONE
io vamootts
Tb
I r jmMl
m
1 v