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THE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1922
CapitafcHournal
Salem. Oregon
An Independent Newspaper, Published every erasing except Sunda?
Telephone 81; new 82
GEORGE PUTNAM, Editor and Publisher
Why Hays?
Sometime since Will H. Hays, then post-master general
Of the United States, was appointed "arbiter" or "dictator"
or "czar" of the movie picture Industry whatever tne
nroDer title mav be. at a salarv of $150,000 a year. His
vasruelv defined duties Dresumablv were to purify the indus
try and rescue it from the odium incurred by the Taylor
murder and dope ring expose, the fatal Arbuckle pajama
party and other evidences of degeneracy permeating the too
prosperous profession. One of Mr. Hays' first acts was to bar
the Arbuckle films. His latest act is to "pardon" Fatty and
restore his films to exhibition. In the interim he has been
writing long winded missives to editors felicitating himself
upon his success as a purifier.
As a matter of fact, Hays merely bowed to outraged public
opinion when the Dan was placed upon Arouciue ana in resior.
insr Arbuckle to the films he has endeavored to favorably
impress people to again commercialize the big boob and reim
burse producers who financed his trial. But wnne nays
edict may be final and authoritative with the movie actors,
It will not affect the Dublic in the least. Arbuckle offended
decency and has not and will not be forgiven. If he or his
producers had any sense of the proprieties, they would not
attempt to exploit him again. His sun has set as a popular
film actor.
Mr. Hays' action in this matter shows that he has no more
conception of what the public demands of those it delights to
honor, than those crass commercialists who employ him. His
appointment in the first place was public admission that
producers by their greed in presenting offensive pictures
were destroying the industry, as much as the actors by their
scandalous orgies, and Mr. Hays was popularly supposed to
supply the deficiency in good taste the producers lacked as
well as reform the private life of the celluloid stars.
" Ih view of his .failure to do both, the question is raised,
why1 Hays? Why pay $150,000 a year to anyone who senses
public opinion so poorly ? He was evidently really employed
because of his .political pull, to head off efforts to censor
productions, and the purification part was a gallery play for
popularity. The public doesn t need any czar to tell it what
actors to see it is amply able to determine that issue
for itself, Again, why Hays ?
Our New Boss
According to editor E. A. Koen of the Dallas Observer,
Tom Neuhausen of Portland,, who during the land fraud
prosecutions was chief of the federal land agents under
W. J. Burns and afterwards prominent in the affairs of the
Bull Moose party, is the man who really runs Oregon, makes
and, unmakes ofticials, and is the real political boss ot the
state.
Editor Koen ought to know, for during the recent guber
natorial campaign he was chief publicist and propagandist for
the "Federation of Patriotic Societies," and this outfit, along
with other secret society combinations, claims to have been
responsible for the success of the yellow ticket. Mr.
Neuhausen is presumably one of the chiefs of the federation.
Neuhausen, says Mr. Koen, is also responsible for electing
McNary and btanheld senators, as well as for electing Pierce
governor, which will be news to those of us who do the voting.
He is described by his Boswell as a professional politician who
accepts consultations, and charges for his advice, whose ear
is always to the ground, who has no convictions, and advo
cates whatever seems popular, but who advises politicians to
"stay bought, for even Tammany has respect for the man who
stays bought."
Small wonder that Oregon politics are in a demoralized
condition when they are commercialized for the money in
them by those who have no convictions, yet working through
secret organizations, boss the state, and whose chief claim
to virtue seems to be that they do not sell out to both sides
at the same time.
PANTOMIME By J. H. Striebel
A Chip Off the Old Block
The Regeneration of
Malcolm Starmount
:By IDAH MoGIONE GIBSON;
along State Street
Many a "joy ride" ends at a telephone pole.
Our idea of a foolish man is one who argues with a
woman.
tist,
He who can make his "I's" behave is an exceptional ego-
A baby grand costs more than a grand baby, but doesn't
last so long.
Some people appear to have cash to pay for everything
except meir aeots.
A boy can learn more in one classroom than a hundred
can in a poolroom. .
People are more often judged by the money they have
man uy me money iney want.
There is truly no difference between being driven to drink
ana going to anaaa Dy automobile.
By trying to keep up appearances some people often find
it necessary to Keep up disappearance later on.
It is funny how a man who is too smart to hunt gas with
a nipnea matcn win go right out and step on it.
GA
1 JURORS 10
PR
E BOMB PLO
I
Columbus, Ga., Dec. 28. The
Muscogee county grand jury hap
convened today to Investigate an
nllged bomb plot unearthed yes
terday which caused the police to
place guards around the homes of
the five city commissioners, an
apartment bouse and a large fac
tory. The police was said to be ready
to present to the grand jury full
details ot the so-called plot which
they claimed had been formulated
to bring about wholesale destruc
tion In this city.'
The police say there are 12 men
Involved In the alleged plot, which
Included members ot the Columbus
police ' department, malcontents,
criminals and one or two person
from Alabama cities across the
j- vnr from here. ...
ATLANTIC S
m
TAKES 10 LIVES
Plymouth, Eng., Dec. 28. (By
Associated Press) Two fatalities
at sea, directly attributable to
the terrific storms encountered
on the Atlantic during the past
week, were reported by vessels
reaching this port today.
William Helmes, traveling with
his wife and five children on the
German steamer Haimon, which
arrived from Baltimore, was kill
ed during the voyage when he
was thrown to the deck, sustain
ing a fractured skull. He was
buried t sea.
The second mate of the steam
er . Neotsfield, bound from New
foundland to Bremerhaven was
washed overboard and several
members t the- crew seriouSty in
Jured while the vessel was labor
ing In the terrific seas. The' Ueota
field put in at this port beforo
proredlng to. Bremerhaven ...
Katie O'Toole .
"Are you going back to the cami
directly, Malf asked Parker rather
searchingly.
"Why should If I haven't tuber
culosis. Eddie Devlin is getting
alone surprisingly. He is practically
living out doors and bearing the pain
like a little major, all the winle in
-listing upon telling you when he
sees you that his feet arc on straight
Vou really should go up and see
him, Ted."
"And how is Mary, Malf
"Mary is down here for a day
or two. You'll be surprised .when
you see her. I haven t seen her my
self yet as she only got in on the
afternoon train yesterday and went
out early this morning with Miss
Jeffries shopping.
"So you see I have really nothing
to take me up to the camp."
"Are you sure, Mull One of the
boys at the club the other night said
that you had taken another tangle
on your hands. A Mrs. Van Jiisen
and her daughter. From what he
said I gathered that the lady had
been making herself rather conspic
uous and bousting over whatever at
tention you havo been paying her."
"Nothing doing, Ted. Mrs. Van
Risen is all right, but she just won't
do, that's all. To toll the truth, 1
would like to get this mess cleared
up some way pretty soon as I am
thinking of taking a trip around the
world. Want to come with me J"
Ted Parker looked at his friend
somewhat solicitously as he wondor
od what had changed him since he
had seen him last. Then he was
full of enthusiasm and his whole
plan of living clustered around the
Levlins and their future. Now he
lad evidently tired of the whole
business.
Starmount confirmed this opinion
by asking: ."What are you going to
do tonight, Tcdf"
"I have really nothing ou but 1
thought perhaps we might drop into
the opening of the Winter Garden."
"Oh, docs the WinTer Garden open
tonight 1 I'll get a couple of seats.
Do wa know of any girls! We
might take a couple of them over to
the Little Club for something to cat.
I have to feol that C'ourteney has
put the skids under me as far as n
good time goes.''
"But, Mai, what about Mary!
Don't you think she would like to go
somewhere tonight t I suspect she
has never been inside of a first-class
theatre in her life.""
"Plenty of timo for that and be
sides I do not think she is well
enough to go out tonight. To tell
you the truth, Ted, I am rather fed
up on being pure ond good.''
"All right, Mai," acquiesced Park
er after a moment's hesitation. "I'm
off now to have your suit postponed
if possible."
After Parker had left, Starmount
entered -his car and drove out into
the country for the mere sake of
tearing off the miles in a vway that
would stop him from thinking, but
all the while one thought was go
ing round and round his head.
"I cannot understand what she
meant by saying she wanted to talk
to me if she only wanted to buy
some clothes," he kept saying over
and over to himself. .,
He arrived home in time to dress
for dinner. Found a note frpm Ted
saying a box had been ordered at
the Winter Garden and one of the
girls had promised to bring to a
supper afterward the new French
dancer who had been advertised as
the "coming Broadway knockout."
"You will be the observed of all
observers," wrote Ted, at-'the-Little
Club and I suspect that is just
what you want."
Some way the whole zest gone
out of it, thought Starmount as
he passed .through the library on
hij way to his room. All at" nee in
a dark corner he saw Ma rf (juried
up On one of the great divans.
She looked particularly fragile, and
small. Her long black lashes enrled
against her white cheks uttd'-Star-
mount involuntarily stepped hearer
as he thouglit - he discerned? the
traces of tears on her sad little face.
As he stood looking down upon
her she opened her eyes and a hew
light came into their somber depths.
Out went her thin little blue-vein
ed hands and she gave a little indes
cribable cry of welcome. "
As he touched her fingers he
found them cold as ice. "Mary, you
have been crying," he accused. All
his annoyance had vanished as he
looked at her.
"Yes, my lord,", she answered
meekly. "You -see I thought you
were not coming back tonight and
it seemed so long until tomorrow."
"But my child, you ran away
from me this morning. Don't you
know that if you really wanted to
buy new gew gaws all you would
have had to have done would have
been to have asked me to take you
to Marchmont's and you could have
bought out the piace?"
"But, my lord, I . did not want
them at Marchmont's to know that 1
knew you."
"What haa acquaintance with, me
got to do with your buying a gown
or two. I assure you, Mary, that
my credit is very good at March
mont's." f
"I didn't go to buy gowns, my
lord. Although I had to buy three
or four before I got through, so
that I could get hold of and talk to
Katio O'Toole."
.Tomorrow The Shopping Tour.
The Pride ofPalomar
BY PETER B. KYNE-
! Author of "Kindred of the Dust," "Cappy Ricks", Ec
(Copyrighted 1921 by Peter B. Kyne, all rights reserve
"About ten thousand one to
every ten acres. Jf I could develop
water for irrigation in the San Gre-
gorio valley, I could raise alfalfa
and tot-feed a couplo of tlousand
more."
"What is the ranch worth t"
"About eight per acre is the aver
age price of good cattle-range nowa
days. With plenty of water for ir
rigation, the valley-land would be
worth five hundred dollars an acre.
It's as rich as cream," and will grow'
anything with water."
''Well, I hope your dad takes e
back seat and gives you a free hand,
Farrel. I think you'll make good
with half a chance."
"I feel that way also' Farrel re
plied seriously. '
"Are you going-south, tonight t"
"Oh, no. Indeed not! I don't want
to. S- aowe in the dark, sir." The
captain was pntr-led. "Bccauso I love
mv California, and I haven't seen
her for two years," Farrel replied,
to the other's unspoken query. "It's
been so foggy since we landed in San
Francisco I've had a hard 'Jmnk
ing my way round the Presidio. But
if I take the eight-o'clock train to
morrow morning, I'll run out of the
fog-belt in forty-five miniijt and
be in the sunshine for the remaind
er of the journey. Yes, by Jupiter
and for the remainder of my
life!"
''You want to feast youjjtyes on
the countryside, eh!" . . . ifc
"I do. it's April, and 1want to
see the Salinas valley with Its oaks;
I want to see the bem-h-lands with
the grape vines justi '.buddiug;' .1
want to see some bald-faced cows
clinging to the Santa Barbara hill
aides, and I want to meet some fel
low on the train who speaks the
language of my tribe."
"Farrel, you're all Irish. You're
romantic and poetical, and feel the
csll of kind to kind. That's,, dis
tinctly a Cletic trait."
."Quien Sabet But I have arrest
yearning to spean spaaisu ; wnn
somebody. It's my mother tongue."
"There must me another reason,"
the captain bantered him. "Sure
there isn't 'a girl somewhere along
the right of way and you ore fear
ful, if you. take the night train,
that the porter may fail to waken
you In tim eto wave to her as you
go by her station!'
Farrel shook his head.
'"There's another reason, but that
isn't it. Captain, haven't you been
visualizing every little detail of your
home-coming t"
"You forgot, Farrel, Mat I'm a
regular army man, and we poor dev
ils get accustomed to being uproot
ed. I've learned not to build castles
in Spain, and I never believe I'm go
ing to get a leave until the old man
hands me the order. Even then, I'm
always fearful of en order recall
ing it.'
"You're missing a lot of happi
ness, sir. Why, I really believe I've
had more fun out of tho anticipa
tino of my home coming than I
may get out of the realization. I ve
planned every detail for months,
and, if anything slips, I'm liable to
sit right down and bawl like a kid
"Lot's listen to your plan of opera
tions, Farrel,'' the captain suggest
ed. ."I'll never have one myself, in
all probability, but I'm child ttuough
to want to listen to yours."
"Well, in the first place, I haven't
communicated with my fathi I since
lending here. He doesn't know I'm
t'ack in California, and l do not
want him to know until I drop in on
him."
''And your mother, Farrel l"
"Died when I was a little chap
No brothers or sisters. Well if I
had written him or wired him when
I first arrived, he would have had
a week of the most damnable sus
pense, because, owing to tho uncd:
tainty of the exact date of our de
mobilization, I could not have in
formed him of the exact time of mv
arrival home. Consequently, he'd
have had old Carolina, our cevk, du'i
ing up nightly fearful quantities cf
the sort of grub I was raised O"
And that would be wasteful. Aio,
he'd sit under the catalpa tree o .t
side the western wall of the haeienrla
and never take his eyes off the high
way from El Toro or the traii from
Sespe. And every night after the sor
had sot and I'd failed to show up,
he'd go to bed heavy-heartet1. Sus
pense is hard ou an old man. sir."
"On young men, too. Go on."
"Well, I'll drop off the train to
morrow afternoon about four o'clock
at a lonely little flag station called
Sespe. After the train leave i Sespe
it runs suthwest for almost twenty
miles to the coast, and turm south
to El Toro. Nearly everybody enters
the San Gregorio from El Tcro but,
via the short cut trail froiu Sespe,
1 can hike it home in tVi;.' hourr.
and arrive absolutely unaii.OJncad
and unheralded.
"Now, as I pop up over the mile
hlgh ridge back of Sespe, I' ', bo loc k
ing down on tho San Gregorio while
the last of the sunlight still lingers
there. You See, sir, I'm only look
ing at en old picture I've always
loved. Tucked away down in the
heart of the valley, there is an old
ruin of a mission the Mission de
la Madre Dolorosa the Mother of
Sorrows. The light will be shining
on its dirty white walls and red-
tiled roof, and I'll Bit me down in
the shade of a manzanita bush and
wait, because that's my valley and
I know what's coming.
"Exactly at six o'clock, I shall
3ee a' figure come out upon the
roof of the mission and stand in
front of the old gallows-frame on
which hang eight chimes that were
carried in on mules from tlie City of
Mexico when Junipero Serra planted
the cross of Catholicism at San Die
go, in 1769. That distant figure will
be Brother Flavio, of the Franciscan
Ordor, and the old boy is going to
ramp up and down in front of those
chimes fl'ith a hammer and give me a
concert. He'll bang out 'Adeste
Fideles' and 'Gloria in Excelsis.'
That's a cinch, because he's a creat
ure of habit. Occasionally he plays
'Lead, Kindly Light' and 'Ave
Maria'!"
Farrel paused, a faint smile of
amusement fringing his handsome
mouth. He rolled and lighted a cig
arette and continued:
(To Be Continued.)
Phoenix, Ariz. Arizona univer
sity football team won from Utah
Aggies 7 to 6.
"MARY
CATCHES
EVERY
THING"
How often mothers
worry needlessly when
an epidemic of contag
ious cough is in the
neighborhood or seri
ous throat ills threat
en! Even if your child
contracts illness easily
BINZ Bronchi-Lyptus,
given in time.will pro
tect against contagion.
Never be without it!
"NIP IT
IN THE BUD
WITH BINZ
PRODUCTS"
YEAR
END SALE
Of All
Women's Ready-to-Wear
Children's Coats
And AH Furs
at
Big
'rice Reductions
Continues
Every Garment in the House Reduced
.it..
i ;.!
Salem Store
466 State Street
Portland Silk Shop
383 Alder Street
AT COST AND LESS
For many good pieces in
THIS SALE
Genuine Leather Handbags
$10.00 Black Leather, 14-inch, No. 172 ,
$ 6 00 Black Leather, cloth lined, 16-inch, No. 100 . . .
$10.00 Black Leather, leather lined, 16-inch, No. 33 . .
$12.00 Black Leather, cloth lined, 16-inch, No. 302 . . .
$16.00 Black Leather, leather lined;i8-inch, No. 125 . .
Numerous other black bags at prices to correspond.
ANOTHER HAND BAG SACRIFICE
$10.00 Tan Leather, leather lined, 16-inch, No. 20 . . , .
$15.00 Tan Leather, leather lined, 18-inch, No. 271 . . .
$18.00 Tan Leather, leather lined, 18-inch, No. 277 .. .
SOME MORE REAL BARGAINS
$ 8.25 Chocolate Leather, Karatol lining, 18-inch, No.
$14.00 Shark grain Leather,, leather lining, 16-inch,
No. 135 ......
$16.00 Shark Grain Leather, leather lining, 18-inch, '
No. 208 . .
ALSO INCLUDED IN THIS SALE, IS A FULL
BOSTON BAGS
BRIEFCASES, LEATHER ENVELOPES AND
LOGUE CASES
See my windows, examine and compare the goods,
real Hand Bag Clean Up, which spells economy for
travel.
.... $4.90
.....$4.95
$7.40
.,.;.$8.70
,.,.'.$9,80
,..:$7.90
$12.25
....$13.75
86i; $5.70
... $10.50
... $12.20
LINE OF
CATA-
This is a
those who
MAX O. BUREN, FURNITURE
179 N. Commercial St.
Salem, Ore.;