Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, April 18, 1925, Image 4

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Newspaper Page TextPAGE FOUR THE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON SATURDAY, APRIL 18, 1925 CapitalJournal Balem, Oreton An Independent Kewspaper Published Fvery Erenlns; Bseept Bundsy Telephone gj; Newe ftt CIEORGB PUTNAM, Editor and Publisher TODAY'S CROSS W0RD PUZZLE HORIZONTAL HOW TO SOLVE jUE CROSS WORD PUZZLE BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY any of you lack visdom, let Aim ask of Cod, that giveth to all rttot liberally, and npbraideth not; and it shall be yiv tn him. James 1:5. Petty Tyranny lias a parent any right left in the education of his child, or is the latter as much a ward of the state in Oregon as in Soviet Russia? This is the issue raised by the arrest of T. S. Watts, a farmer in the Salem Heights district, for the crime of per mitting his 10-year-old son to be taught by his own mother, a former school teacher, along lines of a home instruction course provided by a nationally recognized correspondence school. One of the numerous officers necessitated by the costly overhead of our extravagant school system has sworn to a complaint against the audacious farmer who dares to assert a father's inherent right and punish him therefor, or force him to leave the country for being too much interested in his offspring's welfare. The whole proceedure is an absurdity. The law was never intended to apply to such cases, only to those cases where parents neglect the child. Here we have been censuring parents for not paying more attention to their children, and when we get parents willing to sacrifice time and energy in training and educating their children, better than the schools can or do, make it a crime and jail them. Such are the inevitable workings of busy-body bureau cracy, whose red-tape rules strangle reason in the attempt of public servants to pose as public masters, exercising a petty tyranny contrary to the ideals of freedom and destruc tive of inherent, natural and constitutional rights. Just Politics Summary removal of Ben Dorris of Eugene as game commissioner by Governor Pierce was, of course, politics. There never is anything but politics in the game commission anymore than there is in the governor's office. The executive naturally wants his own appointees to play his own kind of politics, and when they play their own, he fires first one and then the other. The game commission has been a particularly flagrant political offender, necessitating frequent removals. It won't stay put, any more than the governor. The past few years it has been little more than a Ku Klux Klan adjunct. Wardens not subscribing to "the sacred and unfailing bond" were as summarily canned as the commissioners themselves. The good of the service never interferes with politics, and knowledge of wild life Is a disqualification. The governor's object now is probably reorganization, the appointment of a new master warden with tried and true Pierce followers on guard all along the line. There will be loud wailing and gnashing ol. teeth from "sportsmen who have been beneficiaries of special favors, if the chief officials have to retire to conduct their private hatcheries, but that's the only difference to the public. The game commission collects something like half million dollars a year from hunters' and anglers' licenses and spends it as the warden desires. There is no accounting. It is one of those tax levying bodies that also does the spending, and takes good care to hunt up new expenditures to eat up increased revenues. It should be reorganized, taken out of politics, placed upon a budget basis for propagation work, letting county peace officers look after protection, and the surplus receipts used to reduce taxation. Triumph of a Myth Nomination of Field Marshall von Hindenburg by the monarchists for president of Germany is another instance of the triumph of fiction over fact and the survival of military myth when in conflict with history. Hindenburg was really a figurehead, a 'front" or "stuffed shirt", around whom popular idolatry centered because the German people needed a war hero and he was regarded as harmless by the kaiser. His rout of the Russians offered the first occasion of the war to glorify German victory and the halo placed upon his brow has never lost its lustre. He caught the popular fancy and imagination, and still retains it. Although Hindenburg had little to do with any of the campaigns in which he served, nothing at all to do with the Hindenburg line, and as styled by Maximilian Harden, merely a "nibl.-or stamp" who signed orders or carried out plans mada by Ludcndorff, who later supplanted him in command, Hindenburg got all the glory for victory and Ludcndorff the blame for defeat when it finally overwhelmed Germany. Consequently Hindenburg retained his popularity , and Ludendorff lost his, as shown by his recent defeats in running for office. Hindenburg has had what Ludcndorff has not had, luck. Whether it still clings to him as last hope .of the monarchists will be demonstrated at the coming election. Consider the Salmon (From the Ilaltlnmrc Ftcnliift Stin) In all purls of America wrltini; men, apeakr ami raaual talker ricliaht In Maying thl: 'Mont America ireat men com f mm small towns." The nlfcnlftrant part of the sentence la not the word 'mall," but the word "from The proper strdy of mankind Is fish. Consider the ealmon. 11 hatched In frenh water, fir from the e-a. Month after month he re main In freah water, with the ver dant bank a 1 nays In slKht, tad hi doMn't prow much. If hi home happens to become land-blorkni he neve- ajrowa up and the natives call him a trout. Hut if even loins; go well, he quits the old home town in the spring; of the third year and swlme down to bis water. Once In the ee he d velon rapidly and becomes a reff ular salmon. The salmon affords another Pice Itttffon for little bora anJ sjlrla. persona who affect a hard-boiled aute aay that all thta talk about making- paths smooth tar posterity aenflmentallem. It kwt aeatl atentalisra. It Is Wat ure a Utile scheme, mid Nature Itn't sentimen tal. Whe n( he spnwntiiK p;in.r up lra'hc.l thj aithmm awtm Into freh n uter. They aro fit and beautiful. Ome In fieh naler they pair off nnl go up turcani, hundredi and hundreds .if miles. fore In rap Pl and leintn water fa! la. an. I hen the temperature of the water drop to fifty four dourer ne r bef re they dig a little km in shallow water, de posit their t-rc. cover the nest with Rf.ivel and call It a diy. The bull In wound. The nhip has sailed. Llxtleaal the salmon float wn stream, till flrt. They do not eat; they do not swim; they merely die. Their work la done. Net one rets bark to the sea. Nobody kn?ws why they die. For tU.t matter, nobody knows w'.iy they Ahmildnt. They have had their share of fun; they have been to era; posterity is provided for; what else Is the to do? There Isn't much man can do to ust If V his existence. Just fllllne his tummy emi rather a sordid business, lie mutht at least kick a few stone out of the we of ihose who alii follow Mm. To array Boy Htu-ky. black substance Ai'jrlo-Noraian ao.) Mr Ike at Metal t'oniphrtrs I j nd measurement (pi.) Be sorry for IrfMfarfmrd the force of I' rental pronoun ralr of un animal Turf With one leg each' side of something Te way to solve the) Cross Word Panto fts fo fill la the white source of the dlaaraos with the words which scree tilth the acvuin tMnylnc definitions. The definitions are a umbered to ovrrespond with the a umbers ob the diagram. Any word defined l the text onnW "HORIZONTAL" will beln at tts n amber, shown on she diagram, and will cstend all the way across to the first bLick space to I be right of that number. That U, the word mast begin in 4 he square that contains Ita Identifying nam ber, and extend as far as the while squares continue; unbiLcrrupccriir Any word denned wnder TTHTICAT.- will also bejrta, m the white space that contains It nnmbcr. bat will extend downward as far ns the white spaces renau uninterruptedly. VERTICAL 1. Human being 2. Advert Im'iik'UI 3. Male di-cr 4. Kmoked meat 5. I'laco where weapon or- kept . Toward the slue a. Topped 11. Sooner than 12. Model 15. Knob 18. One who foretells event 2V. Kmall bit 21. fiunlrn lord 1M. South lnkota (ah.) SOLUTION OF YKSTKRDAVS jwA N eTs WA Ml A L AJill n a v al A RC HL P A. T R Me ImTw wm Jin 1h ' Ooprrt(b( I9ZI Geo re a Matthew Adams men, mothers and maids A Romantic Serial of Modern Lift By IDAH McGLONE GIBSON A MOTHER'S LOVE "Of the Uti1 drama which was Ulna; enacted hfire your eyi- yon knew noihtr.x but Harold Ken nedy with clearer vifjm for what aa going on about film congratu lated m UK unlit." "1 eould not understand, Lille, how Harold Kennedy could have known that, Juat before I had met him. and he nvl proffered his con gratulations, I had been listening to OT-id. who. after he told me about your mother and how he had never thought to love any oth er woman, had asked me to marry him. "Of course, I accepted. "Lille, I would not disturb the friendship bet wen your mother and Ovid for anything In the wurld. It Is one ot the most beau tiful things 1 have ever known be tween a man and a woman, but It is only friendship. "Vou must also know that X have always loved you more than anyono else hi the world until I met him. "Your mother loves Harold Ken riedy. She finds in him a youth fulncet that Ovid never had. Does it not look aj thouph following the I story hooks we 3hall all be happy ever aftr?" I 'I am not so sure. Nonnle. Of cou rse, you will be happy ever after, for knowing Uncle Ovid as I do I know you could not be other) wise. Of mother I am leas certain; Do you not think she could be happy if abe did not marry Har old? Are you sure she loves him loves him, for Instance, as you do Uncle Ovhi? I am sure he doe.i not loT,e her." "Why ara you so sure nf that. Lille? I think lie doe lovo her.", 'Konnfe, of course you under stand that mother Is mush older than he." What difference does that make? Do you know that your Imo'htr Is very charming wom an. She is younger In spirit, dea i.ite all the troubles shi has been ihroush, than you are. my dear, uho.hvo betn pampered all your lifer That iray te, Xonnfa, bu' " 'Ves. 1 knew. To yon 'mutht-r' U Just uoihei.' A woman is never anything else to her. children. Hhe Is net rraite a human helnjc lil: any other woman. Sac lit omc-th-ng -t above and apai. She Is ju.U mother. They cannot cof-i-ive ft her inspiring a passionate Iv?. They cannat conceive ot hfr wnt:! ing to leve paMlon.itely. n r;ne ful. Lille; ou must renuml)?r you are very ounr and inexperienced. Y u may be mistaken In both ynur mother and Harold Kennedy, my dear. "I cannot see why a man like Harold should not like a woman like yevr mother If she did not have a cent. You forget how much he owes to Mrs. Vail. Don't let our prejudices influence you." "Do you glrW know that your brcakfaats are ready?" nked Ovid Jtlarchmont. "James told me that you were out her and I came out to get you to come In to eat with me." "I'me very plart you dl.T. Uncle Ovid," LHIem-iy paid, turning about to fHce Alarchmont and hold ing out both hands to him. "It gives. ne a chance before Harold and mother cin 6r so, to congratulate you. I think you nre Koin to marry one of the two bct women I know. .She baa been mother, confidant, te ichor and friend to me for n;iny years and I havo nov- irknown her to fail In aay of these capacities. If I were to search the world over I am sort that I could find no woman who eouH make you happier than Nonnle Ovid Marchmont beamed. He copped LUlemay's face In his hands and kissed her upturned mouth. Then, lth his Arms lightly nbout both the women, he proceed cd to the dir. ing room. "Did I hear you going through the car very early this morniug, Lille?" Marchmont aakel as they seato I themselves at a table. "Yes," Nonnie said before Lille could answer. 'I think the yoang worn in has resumed her practice of sun worshipping. 'I don't exactly know what you mean hy that,' 'remarked March mont, "bat If H is sun Lille it ante , sho will find plenty of it where -he Is going. "I wish there were fo!ng to be a more sunshiny homecoming for your mother, XiMe. I got a Los Ar.geles paper this morning and w that It was estimated It would take 4 IOC. 000 to put your mother's oil we Ms in commission again after the fire. "Of course, the ones that hare been drowned In salt water will never be any good again. I haven't known very much of her business since Harold became her adviser, but I do know that she bought at Itcst $100,004 worth cf pictures v.iile she was In New York. "This. he told me, took about all of her available cash at the time. I am afraid nhe will be prenfly embarrassed financially for a few months.1' "Thit reems slllr. doesn't It Uncle CAld, when both you and I aland rendy to help her with all our res-iurces?' Mondiiy TJip Cur of Gold. What's Doing? You can find out in The Capital Journal BRINGING UP FATHER Bv George McManos fVE. BEEN tNEE-Z.IN' A.LI. MORMIIS'-1 THINK I'M CONNAv dT blCK Tl WHW lb I JUST HEARD f OH'. UlTTLE. MACIC- t HELLO DOCTOR. - IT-rSORA" HF feMEET-C I DARUNC.- THINK. IT-) . PEe HURRH , Wma I II t (TT ANO tHE Zf 1 ClTTIts1 (' l RCHT OVEPS. - ? , -vfo&N pSAU' uoe.-3m-t i f I 'wOR'bE- I -anui little ooqcie. ' , ' I! J"Ol923sv Imt'U FTuae Stwvi. inc. Crwt Bntiin HgSu ' jfr BARNEY GOOGLE AND SPARK PLUG Barney Shows His Appreciation By Billy de Beck f. SPARK PLud- 'f six m HORSE RfVB mm S. - I fJT s!,r :-2j 'i Turkish fcERii'l Vessn AFrea sou VVtsr-i??2 ( COAM WAS A SUHfWSt - X'T I; r yf f, n 1 I VOU MY APPREOftT.OM-H '.. WAt UK Ml 6IWMA 00 spm JEEOSnV. ' , SftT, NOUlXf f fi' A"JJ e. TW (. ' Jf TX, ws SHtf NSBPrt poul-foL fRgs4N3 up AWT.A j v ll vHMj sl A Swrtisft CjlJ iFi Jl p Yt"ri"r i . ."i..- .... - .... 1 ' ' - ... 1 1 - KRAZY KAT The Proxy Epidemic By Herrima Dr s-all tutor rTT 1 SUffE,S I Mr jr (4H aecT I . ; -(Uwll) . . Rock; V&ova 'i MUTT AND JEFF As An Umpire Sir Sidney Can't Tlease Everybody, It Seems By Bud Fisher t'" I I . I , , , I tacejua&Lte!