f PAGE TWO THE • DAILY TIDINGS EDITORIAL an d W. É . PERKINS, C. J. READ, MANAGING EDITOR A SH LA N D D A IL Y T ID IN G S Q U T Giri Bank Robbers Girls seem, to be bent on denlonstrating that they can «fake good alt robbing banks. Possibly it is true, as the protagonii#» of feminism iwsiflt, that « girl can do anything that a hoy can do. Still the experience of the South Dakota girl tends to con­ firm the impression that there is something in the feminine tem} »crament which is a serions handicap to success in a bank robbing career. • The South Dakota girl went at the job in a methodical, business-like, bank-robbing manper. She first made an estimate of the situation and then adopted a plan «f action based on that estimate. She found that tools would be necessary and de­ cided to get them in a way that would not only pro­ duce the tools but would give her a little prelim­ inary experienoe. So she robbed a garage first. Arriving at the bank, she cut the telephone wires as afl good burglars do. Everything seemed to work out according to plan 'until she approached the final objective, that is, the money. The enemy in the form of the vault put up stubborn resistance. And she badn *t the in­ genuity to cope with this unexpected emergency. Never having robbed a bank we don’t knew just what a man would haw done under the same cir- cumstanoes. ‘ In general we think he would have called up reserves or beat an orderly retreat Not so this girl. She just went over and sat down on the stairs and cried. And there the night watoh- înun found her. it wasn’t the impregnability of the bank vault which proved her undoing. And it wasn’t the vigi­ lance of the night watchman. It was the eternal feminine. j To thjp girl -and to all dthers^of like mind we would wuggwrt that gold digging is much safer and much more suited to the feminine style. Tears are an asset in a -divorce oy breach o f promise su it In bank robbing they are a total loss. OUR WAV Illese Wdwneit Starting with a small coffee ¿hop 15 years ago Mrs. Alice Alacdougall now own» a chain of coffee «hops and tea rooms in New York. The lateet ad­ dition to lier chain required the signing of a million dollar lease and a trip to Spain to get ideas for de­ coration. She «ays «he thinks “ it is terrible for a woman to be in business.” * She is quite right. It is terrible—terrible on the humorist« wlro have kept going for agos on joke« based on the theory that a woman hasn't a butanes« hoad. In the presence of Mrs. Macdotigaff and scores more like her the gag about the woman who eonid not understand why «lie should l»e over­ drawn at the bank, when she hadn’t used half her checks, falls rather flat. Beeasne »he had to got,, inoal« for her hu«hund. an enslcrn wtjsnan wants a divorce. Mon are ho oldfashroned. ... ♦ • A woman »ay« she )ms limited and killed practically oven’ kind of animal that bus inhahito. SUU the watching man did nothing hut watdh. . . “Scar- hand” wen flghtta« for Me life, ns he thought, and wae determined to kill Me strong sees I len t He kicked repeatedly, snarling, scratching, biting, but always he received the -heaviest blows, the wearing, thing rape, the tneaor- able smashes o f « man -fighting to, avenge a terrible memory. . . . Then .aomdhow the tramp woe Op on Me fedt, hie revolver In hit bond. And atm the tts HI i I ^ man opposite made no sign, MU merely looked, and stlU Fred did not touch his own guns. With a sob- blag -eafh, ’'Scer-hanO” torched tor- efi ranch, «-4 moue name, and daughte font, Jnne woe the range. 1 eyed aijd dor a boy then Her favorite dingy overal and a wide ’feminine clo nuperlntende of the ““ Mj « d <* ««7 woul -¡hailing and Pesslonately ifi“ ® duoked a split second before, and leaned—only to .atop In horror, «taring down nt the crumpled, hid-* eons features Of Ike man be had been -pummeltag « -moment before, now slowly stiffening and distort-, tag In death. How had It happened? Fred did not stop to think. The tramp’s revolver was Otffl 4k Ms own hand, Fred’s guns wore untouched In their holsters. . . . The man op­ posite Impassively rose and went awny. Fred Bunted about fhe room, pulled toe «hods down, brushed his clothes «ad ,pnt on his h at Stuffing the letter from Mrs. Monroe into bis pocket, he quietly opened the deer, slipped eat, and' then paused nt the head o f the! stairway. He could see the West­ ern hat o f« man and « men’s cigar dimly outlined now In the street right outside the Anil door down­ stairs. Then the silhouette -moved sway. Quietly Fred strode down- town, nevertheless o dealtaffe uh the wide, etnbu» opened th e 'door, and was -a bent-backed, husm out ta the strudt He was about to cross the busy street when -the traffic signal went up and the dlgn rend, STOP! Fred wtaced tawawny, wtaktag Of the dead mee— Own heedened whoa Ms thoughts want beak to the huddled little figure Of Ms mother lying in death on the floor of the honse he' bed befit for-Ber. . . . Ha walked qulafcly away, e o t aettohsg that the man who had watohed from the al- ley-Wtadow wan now Mndtaa M* S a is i CHÀFTKR V AN JUROR nr INK the United flutes. The town Itsalt. « huddle to? rough shacks wnd htmt- tomffinr wtorss. » « E M « nh shadows of ML Whltnsy, fifteen thousand feet high, and king of all American peaks. Sierra waa not