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RUSSIAN HOPE AND OUR M AR KETS
Russia last year exported 30,1*00 tons o f b u tte r. She did
this lo r Hie reason that money was needed to buy goods and
m achinery fro m other countries, and o n ly by trade could
the transaction be made. In Russia, where a ll prices are
fixed by the governm ent, a com m odity is not exported p ri
m arily because there is an exportable surplus above what
is needed fo r home consum ption. The com m on people are
sim ply dprived o f an a rticle i f there is demand fo r it in ex
port trade as in the case o f butter, w hich is alm ost un
obtainable by the w orking class. Once a year the govern
m ent allows the w o rke r to purchase a q u a rte r o f a pound
o f b u tte r at fo u r or five dollars a pound w hile Russian b u t
te r is sold in other European countries fo r 25 cents a pouna.
Denied o f m any o f the co m forts o f life the Russian lives
on hope— that the hardships w hich he undergoes now w ill
bring in the fu tu re a more glorious Russia w ith plenty fo r
h im and his children. The question is how long w ill the
Russian continue to accept hope as a substitute fo r b u tte r
and meat fo r so long as he does th a t co u n try w ith its
“ d u m ping" methods m ust be a menace to Am erican trade.
Lum ber, which we feel more here in the northw est, is but
one o f the products dumped on the Am erican m arkets.
A S T A T E S M A N LIK E MOVE
In c a lling in the leaders of both o f the m ajor po litica l
parties and g e tting th e ir approval beforehand. President
H oover acted in a statesm anlike way in p u ttin g fo rw a rd his
proposal fo r a one year suspension o f paym ent o f principal
and interest on w a r debts.
I t seems to be the belief o f the men who know most
about such things th a t th is w ill brin g about an im m ediate
im provem ent in business conditions all over the w orld.
President H oover’s ju s tific a tio n is, o f course, that it w ill
benefit the U nited States o f America. We are not in the busi
ness of doing things because they w ill benefit some other
co u n try unless we get a corresponding benefit. But when
men like Owen D. Young, the fam ous Democrat whose
name is attached to the Young plan fo r German repara
tions, such men o f big a ffa irs as Charles G. Dawes and A n
drew M ellon on the Republican side, and statesmen on the
order o f N ewton Baker and C arter Glass on the Dem ocra
tic side, all agree th a t to ease up the econom ic pressure on
Germany w ill result in im proved business in Am erica, we.
n a tu ra lly, have to agree w ith them. They know a great
deal more about it than we do.
We do not understand th a t anyone expects an in s ta n
taneous re tu rn , o r a re tu rn in a single year, to the high
p oint o f prosperity w hich we reached in 1928. But already
the financial and business w orld is dem onstrating its con
fidence th a t the upswing has begun, and the outlook fo r the
com ing year seems d is tin c tly b rig h te r than it did a m onth
ago.
A fte r all, it is only good business to give a debtor easy
term s if he ca n n o t m eet the term s agreed on. T h a t is true
as between nations, as it is between individuals. Everybody
w ho owes more money than he can im m ediately pay has
found his creditors generally w illin g to take w hat he could
give them, ra th e r than to apply undue pressure. It is only
fa ir to Germ any to give th a t Republic the same kind o f a
chance to catch up th a t, private business interests g ra n t to
th e ir custom ers who m ay be in d iffic u ltie s .
The fa rm board has purchased 200 m illio n bushels of
wheat at a loss o f 90 m illio n s of dollars to the governm ent.
Ju ly wheat is quoted a t 57c the lowest since 1895. It is
hard to believe th a t we have yet found the proper m ethod
o f stablizing fa rm crop m arkets.
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S tatistics say th a t 45 per cent o f the homes in the United
States have no radios. There are s till a few places le ft
where static has n o t jarred the Am erican nerve.
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G randm other would not have beleived th a t pies could be
baked in paper plates, yet the chem ists have produced such
an article fo r bakery usey.
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Food prices have gone down 18 per cent since January 1,
according to the bureau o f labor statistics. Surely the
buyer today has all the best o f it.
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Down in T a h iti they have a w ife exchange. In th is coun
tr y we have the c irc u it court. In some things civiliza tio n
has not progressed so far.
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A South A frican antelope w hich never d rin ks w a te r has
been found. W e’ve know n Frenchm en like that.
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, place. Seven mil«*« of bald prairie, of old melodlea as It«* rode.
The music timed the eaay swing
| and four milea under cover. Savvy
laying « certain percentage to the
Hab« finally turnea tu Ills sail ( "Bald I'd plumb enjoy swingin' *
shareholder» But when the calf
lasso
rope,
Nevah
said
I
was
aehln
die and fluii« out an aim In a j
tally dwindled out of all propor
beckoning gesture, ba' the kid k tit to meet anybody, though "
"Jess Is wagon laiss." Bal«* fur lion Io adverse weather condltliuis.
qhts face straight ahead and gave
‘Good mao to John Poole sal up In Ills office
no situ that lie suw the signal. ther ezplalned
< hair aud dictated a letter to hta
Babe capped Ills hands amami know. Might put you on. when this
auperllllelideiil Bustlers or disease
trouble
with
the
nesters
Is
settl'
d
hit mouth and let oat a load * Ya
“Reckon I bellah make ahoah of or whatever the cause, this alarm
a hoo!"
lug shrinkage must atop right
my Job, first And If V«>'•»
"Hey Tlge Eve’ V' asleep?"
The kid slid over so that Ills me line ridln' ovsh on the rim. I d there
The superintendent was ait «Id
dangling foot might Ilmi its stir shoah love to stay with yo'all."
"Jess Is a Tezas mall." Ilalie re range man named Waller Bell and
rup. and yawned as he looked at
marked In too casual a tone he was growing rich at managing
Babe.
"Yo'all got me oula bald befo "Thought maybe you might know ihe Poole. He replied to that letter
him Don't the name mean any and he didn't beat around Ihe bush
daylight. Babe."
Tile «esters, he said, were rustlers
"Come on over ami meet Jess thing. Tiger Eye?"
'■Shurka, Babe, names don't nevah III reality and were stealing the
Markel."
•'Ain't Impawtant. Is II. Babe?' mean anythlug to a Tezas man Poole blind Jphu Poole replied
"Hell no!" Babe gave him a Not up No'th. Plumb easy to lose lhal Bell must know what medicine
studying took. "Thought you want yo'ali's Texas name awn Hie trail." to use on rustlers, aud Bell wrote
back that he did, but It would
"Did you?"
ed to meet the hoys. You said—"
"Ain't wore my name only coat some mouey.
Bo Bell weut quietly and metho
twenty yeahs, llabe No call to
dtcally to work, hlrleg men skilled
change It yet."
Babe accepted the reproof and III the tine art of administering
said no more, though his eyes stole leaden pills as required, with no
another sidelong glance at the kid talk or fuss about It.
Huddled horses stood In the
In unspoken agreement they touch
ed spurs to their horses aud went shade of a big cottonwood tree,
galloping steadily across the pralr some still breathing quickly from
le at right angles to the herd. This hard riding, others resting a leg
THE STAR SPANOLKI» BANNER way lay Hie headquarters ranch ot while they dosed These awakeued
the Poole, which was la reality a with a start as the two rode Into
By Francis Scott Keys
t) say. cau you see, by the dawn's firm of Eeastern capitalists dab the unfenced yard. I^»uu riders
perched OB the top rail of Ihe
bling In range Investments.
early light.
The l*oole owners never saw nearby corral or squatted on bool
What ao proudly we hailed at the
their cattle. John Poole, president heels against the fence. The kid
twlllght't last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright of the Poole Land and Cattle com felt them eyeing him as he swung
stars, thruugh the perilous pany, gave orders from hts New down from l*ecos and followed
York office. This sutu for coat of llabe. but they didn't smile at the
tight.
O'er the ramparts we watched, operation, that sum dediieted fur eight ot him.
(TO BE CONTINUED
where so gallantly stream normal loss, and the Investment
Ing!
And the rocket's red glare, the
bombs bursting in air.
Gave proof through the night
that our flag was still there.
O say. does that star-spangled ban
ner yet wave
N othing stim ulate« you when you httvt* th a t "tire d
O'er the land of the free and the
fe
e
lin
g ” Ilk«* it piece of candy ««pectally If It 1« the
home ot the brave?
of the kid's slim body In the sal-
now '
"Shoah do. Babe,” said the kid. die. and the occasional click of hla
his thoughts flushing to the girl iron bound stirrups against Babe
and what little she had dared to Garnet s wooden oues The tune
didnt matter; a medley of this
sa.v.
thing aud that thing drifting a
Shoah hope yo'all didn't have
lottg with his Idling thoughts.
no trouble. Babe the kid said.
When the kid played, he thought
Never had a word ot trouble. of the girl down In the valley be
Tiger Eye.” Babe's eyes veiled hind him. Reckon her old pappy
themselves suddenly from the kid's was a rustler, like all the rest of
questioning look. ' Know what they them down lu the valley. Leant
done. Tiger Eye? They knowed ways, the kid had gathered that
they had to go through with that Nellie's brother Ed had been shot
buryin' or we'd smell a rat. So b> a Poole rider, and they shoah
they did They burled a coffin full seemed to hate the name of l*oole.
of rifles they aimed to use on us.
The kid didn't feel that he knew
When they was gone, the old man Babe' eveu after a week of living
had us dig up the box and open it.” with him. Babe always seemed to
Babe folded a paper Into a have a lot on his inlnd. But Babe
trough, sifted in a little tobacco, shore was a fine mau and a fine
evened it with a careful finger tip, friend, and the kid wasn t the kind
rolled it deftly and drew the edge to pick flaws lu any one he liked
of the paper lightly along the tip
Babe got out his tobacco and
of his tongue before he pressed If papers and rolled a cigarette as he
down and folded up one end. He rode along He lighted It. blew out
fished a match from a pricket, the match, broke the stub in two
tlicked his thumbnail across thi and dropped the pieces to the
head and got a flame, and lighted ground. The kid was watching
the cigarette, then snapped the tor that little trick and his eyes
match stub in two and dropped the twinkled when Babe's fingers
pieces at his feet The kid watch went true to form. Almost a week
ed him. his mind piecing togethei now he had lived with Babe, and
certain details of the story which never had he seen Babe throw
Babe did not know.
away a whole match stub. Always
”1 shore was worried about you. broke it in two. The kid wondered
Kid." Babe said finally, drawing a why. but he didn't ask. Pap shoah
mouthful of smoke. "Where'd that hud learned him not to aak ques
feller jump yuh. Tiger Eye—if It's tions unless he plumb had to.
On the shore, dimly seen through
a fair question?"
Ear ahead across thelevekbench
the mists of the deep.
’■Back down the rim about a land a faint veil of dust crept slow
Where the foe's haughty host in
mile.”
ly toward the north, carried far on
dread silence reposes,
“Vnh-hunh. Musta took yuh the breeze that fanned the kid's What Is that which the breeze, o’er
quite a while." Babe tanned the left cheek as he rode. Cattle,
the towering steep,
smoke away from his face while he bunched, and riders driving 'em
As It fitfully blows, now con
looked hard at the kid.
Reckon maybe Babe was taking
ceals. now discloses?
“Takes a right smaht while. him over so he could go to work Now It catches the gleam of the
Babe, to trap a wolf.” A strange, on round-up. The kid hoped so,
morning's first beam.
implacable look came into the kid'a for that was the work he wanted
In full glory reflected now
boyish face. Babe looked at him and had come all the way up from
shines of the at ream;
and looked away again.
the Brazos to find.
■ 'TIs the atar-spaas^w Lanser! O
' Shore. Well, let's go," he said
"Shoah will enjoy swingin’ a
long may It wave
“You son-of-a-gun!" Babe stepp after a silence, and there was a rope again. Babe." he said in his
O'er the land of the free and the
ed forward and clapped a hand ad new note of respect in his voice. soft drawl.
home of the brave!
miringly down on the kid's shoul "I'll tell the Old Man how it was.
'•Swingin’ a rope?" Babe's voice
And
where
Is that band who so
der. "I knowed there was some You done the right thing. Tiger had a startled note.
vauntlngly
swore
reason whv'you let that damn’ fake Eye.”
"Er ridln’ herd—anything, so It's
That the havoc of war and the
in the cabin at Cold Spring lint, cows."
funeral get by.”
battle's confusion
"Yo'all says It was a fake fune’l. camp that evening, the kid was
“Yo're ridln' with me." Babe re
playing the mouth organ, his slim minded hint shortly. "Old Man ain't A borne and a country should leave
Babe?"
us no more?
“Shore it was a fake. One of browned fingers cupped and touch likely to put yuh on the round-up.”
Their blood has washed out their
the boys got wise ’t they was go- ing the metal where the nickel waa
The kid did not argue the point,
foul footstep's pollution.
in' to pull off something. You was worn through to the brass.
but his eyes clung to the slow- No refuge could save the hireling
“Moah rim ridtn'. Babe?"
sent over here to keep cases, but
moving dust cloud, and because
and slave
"Why? Yuh like rim ridln'. Tiger his heart was there he unconsci
one of the boys over at the Poole
From the terror of flight, or the
happened to see 'em when they Eye?"
ously communicated his desire to
gloom ot the grave;
"Shoah do. Babe.”
come up on the bench. Old man,
»he horse.
And
the
star-spangled banner in
*‘Yuh shore look happy to-night.
he suspicioned something was
Riders were visible now in the
triumph doth wave
wrong about that percession. so he Tiger Eye."
fringes of the cloud. Riders and a
O’er the land of the free and the
Babe spoke from the bunk, when slow-moving river of backs seen
sends us ail over to the buryin'
home ot the brave!
ground over on Cotton Creek. the kid's dreams could no longer be dimly as the breeze whipped up
That's where they was headin’ for. compassed by the music and he sat the haze. Cattle going to some Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen
shall stand
Shore had more mourners than staring at the smoky bottom of the chosen round-up ground. The kid's
Between their loved homes and
dishpan hanging back of the stove. eyes glistened at the thought.
what they figured on!”
the war's desolation!
"Time to roll in though. We
“Yo'all didn't fight 'em. Babe?”
"I'll ride over and see who’s In
“No — shore we didn't. But we got t' be ridin' at dawn."
charge." Babe said suddenly, and Blest with victory and peace, may
"Shoah feel that-a-way, Babe."
the beaven-rescued land
shore beat them to that buryin'
struck his horse with the quirt
Praise the Power that hath made
Babe pulled off a boot with a he carried.
ground! Thirty-five punchers was
and preserved us a nation.
settin' on their horses back on the vicious yank and sat bolding it in
The kid's hand tightened on the
ridge about a hundred yards away, one hand while he eyed the kid. reins. A cold weight fell like a Then conquer we must, for our
cause It Is just.
"Damned if I can see what there tump of iron upon his chest. He
when that funeral percession come
And thia is our motto: "In Ood
along. There wasn't no grave dug is to be happy about, Tiger Eye.”
didn’t know those riders up ahead.
is our trust."
so we set there and watched 'em 1 “Damned if I can eithah, Babe." They were not the same old boys,
dig it.”
: He picked up the water buckets with Pap. tall and hawk-eyed, on And the star-spangled ba>nner In
triumph shall wave
‘‘Yo'all shoah they buried Nate and wont out into the night.
there, giving his quiet orders.
O'er the land of (he free and the
Wheelah ovah theah?"
The air was clean and crisp and Plumb strangers, these were. Babe
home of the brave!
“Nate Wheeler? Naw. they never drops of dew on the grass winked knew them, but be didn’t. He
buried Nate Wheeler there. Jim like diamonds in the sun. The hors was just an outsider, and Babe
Poole's nobody’s fool. He saw es had galloped steadily for more wasn’t taking him over to get ac
through their little scheme right than a mile, but now they had quainted.
off. It's like this. Right up the settled down to a walk and the
A man galloped out to meet
creek, about two miles from that j reins lay loosely along their necks, Babe and the two talked, hands
buryin' ground, is the Poole ranch Riding so, a habit born of the and head making little unguarded
and it's a good seven miles across long trail up from Texas took hold gestures now and then. The kid's
to Cotton Creek from here. If they of Tiger Eye.
Instinctively his sidelong glance saw every move
got over on Cotton Creek with a 1 hand went to his breast pocket they made. They were talking
funeral percession, they could easy and pulled out his mouth organ, about him, and they seemed to find
sneak on up the creek to the Poole * and he began to play soft snatches a right smart lot to say.
The Kid's name was Bob Reev
ea, but back home on the Brazos
they called him Tiger Eye. because
one eye was yellow—the eye with
which he sighted down a gun bar
rel. His father was ' Killer'' Reev
es. but the boy did not want to
kill. If he stayed home he would
have to carry on his father's feuds,
so he headed his horse. Pecos,
northward and encountered Nate
Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fir
ed just as Tiger Eye did The Kid
didnt want to kill Nate, only to
cripple hliu, but his aim must hare
been wild, for Wheeler dropped
from his horse. Babe Garner came
riding up. Wheeler was a "neat
er," he said and had it coming to
him. Tiger Eye rode to Wheeler's
cabin to notify the dead man's
widow.
The Kid breaks the news of
Nate's death to his wtdow and then
goes out and brings in his body,
discovering be had not missed his
shot to disable Wheeler but had
broken his arm, while another shot
had killed the man. A gang of
strangers ride up. Oue of them in
sults Mrs. Wheeler by coupling her
name with the stranger The Kid
shoots a hole in each of the ears
of Pete Gorham, who hurled the In
sult. making his escape in the con
tusion.
Learning that the “nesters" plan
to draw the Poole riders into a
trap, the Kid informs Garner, tell
ing him at the same time he had
learned It was the latter's shot
that killed Wheeler and not his
own. Garner is grateful and gets
the boy a job riding range for the
Poole outfit. The Kid sees a lone
rider attack a man and a girl driv
ing in a wagon and wounds the
assailant, and then finds out he is
Gorham.
After rescuing the girl's dad. the
Kid is given a grateful warning by
the girl, who thinks he is one of
the Texas killers, to get out of the
valley before the nesters shoot
him. The boy is touched by Nellie's
concern and lets his mind dwell on
her, realizing she must have liked
him personally to warn him when
he was supposed to be one of the
imported gunmen. Later he tells
Garner he wounded a neater who
tried to ambush him.
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“ ROUGHAGE”
We hear it, read it, sense it in the very air, “ roughage.”
I t ’s the slogan o f the sw ivel-chair p a trio t, whose colon has
been on a strike fo r the last tw enty rubber-tired years.
T re a t ’em rough, these tired, lazy-stuffed colons; ju s t got
to have roughage!
W ell, the prodigal son ate the husks which the swine
did n ’t take— and repented o f his sins rig h t away,— the firs t
v ic to ry fo r roughage, so to speak. Then he lost no tim e
ge ttin g back to the fa tted c a lf— the sm ooth diet.
L e t’s ta lk about bran shorts, “ ta ilin g s ,” husks o f wheat,
o r w hat have you? The sort recommended by solemn phy
sicians, smug dietitians and a rtfu l m anufacture rs; and, le t’s
ta lk sense.
I have not found one in tw e n ty -fiv e ro u tin e investiga
tions, upon whom bran had the least e ffe ct in obstinate con
stipation. 1 have tested ca refully in m y own case; I m ig h t
as w ell have taken th a t much P ortland cement, so fa r as
laxative effect was noticeable.
Sometimes I wonder how many pecks of bran one would
have to eat, to acquire a single grain of iron? And what
fo rm o f iron? Possibly a trace of ferrous oxide— ru s t!
There is as m uch iron in a single B laur pill as there is in a
bushel o f w heat bran,— so there.
One o f the latest and best books I have found, condemns
“ roughage” as a ro u tin e procedure in lazy colons— a prac
tice th a t m ay a ctu a lly do serious harm , and I agree m ost
em phatically. The “ sm ooth d ie t” is fa r more ra tio n a l to
coax the w eary organ back to norm al fu n c tio n ; I do not
believe in w hipping the tired horse to restore his vigor.
I f com m ercialism were taken o u t o f this country, and
o u r people used real food and exercise instead of substitutes,
we’d live longer.
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