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THE SPRINGFIELD NEWS
THE SPRINGFIELD NEWS
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THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 14. 1»33
BETTER DISTRIBUTION INSTEAD OF TAXES
We wish the state and nation would pay more attention
to distribution rath er than trying to wring the last tax
dollar out of over-burdened tax payers, because from now
on it seems that new taxes m ust fall largely on the poor.
The rich, except for the governm ent tax-exem pt bonds, are
being pretty thoroughly soaked.
In the face of hunger, nakedness and 4 a n t, it does not
seem reasonable to us th at pigs m ust be destroyed, the third
row of corn plowed under, cotton crops reduced and farm
ers paid to keep w heat lands out of production. Certainly
we have more of food and clothing than we have of money.
It then follows it will be easier to give in these goods than
in money. The fault is merely with the m ethod of distribu
tion—and, nobody can remedy this but the state and nation.
We will agree there is overproduction in term s of ability
to buy and th at the supply must be cut in order to raise
prices. But prices can not be raised from the backs of the
starlin g . T hat fact might as well be recognized and this
element eliminated from price-fixing consideration. To us
it is far better to feed the hungry and clothe the naked
from the surplus than to destroy that surplus, creating an
economic w aste any way one can figure. It is certainly
more hum ane to relieve the suffering and much more con
ducive to orderly government.
There is a demand for a special session of the legisla
ture for the purpose of raising money. The legislators we
have talked to readily admit they do not know any more
now about m aking a tax bill than they did a t last session
and none of their critics have offered any practical solu
tion. Then why have an extra session? It will only re
sult in extra expense and no fair tax m easure. W hatever
bill is form ulated, no doubt, will face the referendum .
We believe th a t if the hungry are fed out of the surplus
then there will be no surplus, and in time prices will rise
as high as by any controlled method of production and on
a more stable basis. If the governm ent is going to have
an investm ent in this surplus of tax money, collected from
you and I. it might as well have the use of these goods to
feed and clothe its needy citizens. To our minds it is
wicked to destroy.
There are m any ways this surplus handling for the
needy m ight be worked out. One, we believe practical,
would be for a civilians conservation corps to be recruited
out of the unemployed farm hands, to go into the fields
the governm ent is leasing to keep idle, and produce the
food necessary to feed the hungry. Other corps members
m ight go into idle factories and produce the clothing nec
essary’ to clothe the naked. In neither of these activities
would the governm ent be com peting directly with private
industry. The ward of charity is neither a paying costum er
of the farm er, the m erchant or m anufacturer.
We think this solution is better than trying to wring
more tax dollars out of people who simply have not the
money to pay. The hugh tax delinquencies should be ample
proof of th a t fact.
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SAVING IS ESSENTIAL
People who write about economics divide all the things
which people spend money for into two classes: “consum er
goods” and “capital goods.” Consumer goods, as we under
stand it, include everything that people use up and have to
replace in a shorter or longer time, such as stockings, auto
mobiles, radio sets, and food. Capital goods are things
bought for the purpose of m aking them earn som ething
for the buyer. In this class would come w orkm en's tools,
factories and m achinery, buildings of all kinds, toll bridges,
power plants, business trucks and anything else th at will
earn or save money for the owner.
Most of the talk in connection with the N. R. A. and the
“buy now ” appeal seem s to be about consum er goods. Of
course, there m ust be trade in consum er goods, but it is
our notion th a t real prosperity has always been based upon
large investm ents in capital goods. Railroad locomotives
and cars are capital goods; they earn money. Perhaps the
railroads can ’t buy any more rolling stock until the traffic
in consum er goods is enough to keep their present equip
m ent busy; but we m ention th at to indicate th a t the real re
turn of prosperity will begin when we hear of new factories,
new houses, new ships and other sorts of capital goods be
ing produced in large volume everywhere.
Capital, for the larger part, consists of the accum ulated
surplus of great num bers of people, deposited in banks or
invested in shares of corporations, where it can be handled
in large volume, to finance the purchase of capital goods.
That sort of capital is still accum ulating. Savings bank
deposits, for example, have increased greatly in the past
year. So have investm ents in the shares of the sound in
dustrial corporations; which provide the only way in which
the average m an can participate in the growth and develop
m ent of the nation’s business and industry.
The new laws regulating banks and the sale of securi
ties should m ake it safer than ever for the “little fellow”
to put part of his surplus into them. We should like to hear
W ashington, while it is talking about spending, do some
serious talking about saving and investing. We do not
believe genuine, sound prosperity will be with us until there
is a surplus above living expenses flowing from the income
of every worker into these pools of capital, and the huge
annual investm ent in capital goods, which prevailed before
the depression, is resumed.
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FREEDOM GUARDED BY PRESS
Next month there will he a celebration of the 200th
anniversary of the trial of Peter Zenger, Zenger was the
editor of the New York Weekly Journal, who dared to pub
lish the report of an election against the orders of the
Colonial Governor, William Cosby, whose candidate had
been defeated. He was put in prison, but the Jury which
tried him set him free, denying even to a Royal Governor
the right to suppress the free expression of the truth.
That was the first victory in a battle for the freedom
of the press which began with the publication of the first
newspaper, and is still going on. Authority has always tried
to make the press subservient to its will.
So long as the press is free to tell the people the tru th
about w hat Government is doing or trying to do, hum an
liberties are safe. Suppress the press and those in power
can do what they like. The first act of a dictator Is always
to put the newspapers under restraint.
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DOUBLE-HARNESS FOR FORD?
Henry Ford has been front page news for m any years.
His peace expedition during the war, his Model-T, his profit
sharing plans, and now the N. R. A. have all contributed to
ward free advertising for him. W hether he will be success
ful or not in his hold-out with the N. R. A. rem ains to be
seen. We are inclined to think he will, because the condi
tions in his factories are far above the minimum laid down
by the governm ent. His signing is a technicality so far as
employment is concerned but a big item to him from the
standpoint of freedom and price-fixing by the automobile
code. W’e doubt if “ public opinion will crack down on Mr.
Ford” as the adm inistrator indicated. After all you can not
say in one breath that the N. R. A. is a voluntary coopera
tive plan and in the next demand th a t all m ust sign up.
T h a t’s neither consistent nor democratic.
let- cream nerved al Egglmaiti»’« I h the very beat,
both In quality and tattle. It I h it delight to eat good
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Synopsis — Joyce Ashton, poor
»tenocrapher. suffered loss ot uieta
orv In a »kidding taxicab accident
In Chicago One morning 4wu year»
later »ho woke, after a fall from
her horse, her memory reatored. to
find herself, as Frill», the wife of
Nell Packard, rich California trull
packer. f»hc determined to tell no
body ot her predicament but aet
about learning what «he could of
her life In the Interval. From the
conversation of her friends and let
ters In her desk she gathered that
she had been a heartless, pleasure
loving young woman One letter
that troubled her was from a wo
man signing herself. Sophie, blam
ing Frills for not giving a home
to a baby Sophie waa caring tor.
Could It be her baby. Frills won
dered! She also found herself In
volved In an affair with a man
named Maitland. In San Francisco,
where she went while her husband
waa away on business, she met
Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose
work she had always admired.
When Joyce returned home, she de
cided to be pleasanter to Nell than
Frills had been But thia line waa
dangerous, too, for Noll was pathe
tically anxious to win back Frill's
love. At hla request they call on
Nell's mother, whom Joyce finds
adorable. Later, she met the poet.
Robert Ainsworth, and several
times stopped for lunch at his cabin
when she was horseback riding.
DnAday he started to make love
to her. Later, Joyce and Nell, out
riding, are come upon by Ains
worth Cornered. Joyce makes full
confession.—her loss of memory
and Its restoration. When Nell ac
cuses Joyce and Ainsworth of being
In love, Ainsworth makes a "grace
less-’ exit, leaving Joyce ot explain.
NOW GO ON WITH STORY----- .
"That's true all right, and you
had me guessing too But of course
Frills wasn't wild and reckless
when I married her—you—say. I
don't know who I did marry!"
"That's what I've got to find out
Nell! It's been driving mo nearfy
craxy. and now at last I've had the
courage to tell the truth, as far as
I know It. Will you tell me. Nell,
how you met Frills and all that?”
"Why, at Joe and’ Malsle Tur
ner's. of course! Don't you really
remember. Frills — er. I mean
Joyce? Gosh, this gets my goat. I
feel as tho we'd gone absolutely
nutty----- ”
"I felt that way when I first woke
up and found myself Mrs. Pack
ard,” she said gently, "but I've
lived with <he Idea so long that
I've gotten a bit used to It. Tell
me about the Turners."
"Why. It was their car that ran
Into your taxi In Chicago. Joe was
running for some political office at
the time, and he was very anxious
to keep out of the papers in any
way that might bring him any un
pleasant publicity, so he gave the
police a tip, I suppose, and got
them to allow you to be taken to
his house instead of to a hospital.
You were unconscious a couple of
days, and when you woke up you
were In a dazed condition. I rem
ember Maisie saying they thought
you never would say a word, and
how queer It made them feel, hav
ing some one lying there conscious,
but Just looking at the walls with
out saying anything.”
"Fancy! That was me, and 1 don't
remember any more about It than
If It had never happened!"
"Joe and Maisie had a time find
ing out who you were. The doctor
said Just to leave you alone and
you'd come around all right. And,
sure enough, that was what hap
pened, or what everybody thought
had happened.
"The Turners were lively, enter
tained a lot, plenty of money and
all that, and as soon as you were
well they Introduced you around to
their friends. You made a hit with
every one, and that tickled them
My coUBln Lawton Packard's wife
was a great friend of Maisie, and
I’d met her and Joe a number of
times In Manzanita, and they’d al
ways told me to look them up If I
was ever In Chicago. It struck me
to do It one time; I called them up
and Joe Invited me out to dinner
that night, throwing a lot of dark
hints about a swell girl who was
staying with them. I went, and It
was you I met—Florence Hilton
was the name. I took a terrible
tumble, and In a couple of weeks
we were engaged.
"I kept stringing out the busi
ness In Chicago, and finally—I rem
ember now that It was your own
sugge tlon! — we were married
right away, before we left town,
and you came back to Manzanita as
Mrs. Nell Packard!"
Joyce had been spellbound by
Nell’s recital. It was all so queer
and unreal, and she felt her head
swimming by the strangeness of It.
“Didn’t you ask me anything
about who I was, and all that, when
you wanted to marry me? How did
I act? Was I like the FVlIls I've
heard about, or more like Joyce?”
“Well, you see, every one treated
you with kid gloves, so to speak,
on account of this accident,” said
Neil, "It was understood that you’d
had a great shock, and that you
mustn't be pressed. The doctor
kept saying, Just leave her alone
and she’ll come around all right.
All this mystery was very exciting,
you understand—we all got a great
kick out of It . . . I remember I
wanted to ask you a lot of things
when we were first engaged, but
you said to me, ‘Nell, you’ve got to
trust me There are some things I
can't tell you, and you mustn’t ask
me about who I am and all that.
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There's nothing I'm ashamed of, with his riding crop. Her husband I
and » m e day I expi-ct 1 11 tell you was, In a sense, offering her to her
all there Is to tell.'" A shade pass
ed over Nell's face. "I always
thought you would tell me. hut you
never did . . ,"
Joyce watched mm excitedly The
strange story gripped them, so that
realities were seen through a base.
"l)h. Nell. I think I see It all now,
don't you? Frills Just couldn't re
member hack! She was trying to
remember all the time, and she
couldn't! It must have been awful
for her. mustn't It? When did she
change, when did she get reckless
and wild’"
"I guess that came gradually,"
Nell answered with puckered brow,
"1 can't remember any special time
when It began. First she took to
drinking more than I liked; that
really worried me a lot. Then tt
seemed as If she couldn't do stunts
reckless enough, as If she were al
most trying to kill herself! She
drove her car at a breakneck speed,
und got the wildest horse she could
find to ride! And then there was
Maitland............."
Joyce made a quick movement.
"Yes," she said softly, “don't go
Into that, Nell I know; and I'll
never forget It----- "
“But — but — Joyce, you are
Frills!“ It was Robert Ainsworth
speaking, und Joyce and Nell turn
ed to him with a start In their ab
sorbing Interest In piecing togeth
er the mystery of Frills, they had
almost forgotten that he was there
"Would you mlud telling me.”
Neil asked Joyce politely. “Just
where he comes Into this?"
Joyce looked at Robert thought
fully. The air of rather superior
Insolence with which he had ap
proached them was gone now. und
she saw again the Robert Ains
worth she knew He met her gaxe
frankly, with disarming friendli
ness.
"I'm sorry. Joyce." be said, "I
didn't understand. Will you forgive
me?" He came over aud held out
his hand, smiling charmingly He
was like a little boy who. having
shown his temper unreasonably,
makes arrogant claim of a loving
parent for pardon.
“Who the devil are you, any
way?” asked Neil petulantly. "I
don't want to crab. Joyce, but
wasn't it a bit thick, letting him
hear all this?”
"Robert Ainsworth is the great
novelist. Nell. Haven't you ever
hear of him?”
Nell shook his head "Never.” he
said. "What does he do besides
write? And. once more, how does
he come Into all this?"
"He comes Into this. Nell because
1 happened to have met him since
—since the accident on Fire Queen,
and because I happened to like him
rather more than ordinarily."
Nell fixed his gaze on a distant
pine tree. “Do you mean that you’re
In love with him. Frills?"
Instead of answering his ques
tion, Joyce said sharply, "I wish
you'd make up your mind whether
you want to call me 'Joyce' or
Frills’ Nell!" She regretted her 111
temper at once, however und went
on more agreeably, "oh. Nell, I
don't know anything any more."
"You are free, If you want to be,
Joyce,” said Nell, drawing his lips
together In the attitude of severe
restraint that he assumed when
Frills bad especially hurt him.
"What about Ainsworth?” He turn
ed to the other man. “Did you and
Frills fix this all up between you?"
Before Robert could answer,
Joyce broke In. "Oh. no, no. Nell,
please— I wasn't quite so beastly
as all that. Nothing had been fixed
UP—» • had simply, well, fallen In
love, and there the matter stood."
She looked at Robert and was hurt
to find an amused smile lingering
about his eyes.
Joyce felt a profound shame
creep over her. Nell had Just told
her she was free, and yet Robert
sat quietly, saying nothing, tensely
digging holes In the soft ground
lover who was making no move j
to claim her. Was she being re |
Jeeted by both men? Her nerves,
strung tautly under the strain of I
the entire morning, collapsed ut
terly. and she felt th»t she would
grow hysterical If she sat there
another moment
She sprung to her feet. "Well,
now I've unmasked before both of
you!" she cried, her voice trembl
ing close to tears, "Goodbye!"
Neil was ufter her In a moment.
"Here. dear. I'll go hack with you
"No. ao. please don't. Please
leave me alone. For Heaven's sake.
Neil. Let me be for Just a little
while-------- " He fell hack, struck j
by vehemence of her tone, and she
sprang lightly In the saddle and
galloped off.
Once In her room. Joyce locked
the door and flung herself down on
a couch She felt crushed and hurl
us she had at no time since she hud
found herself Frills Packard Her
disillusionment about Robert Aim
worth was so profound that she felt
she had lost all faith In humanity
Every one seemed less noble, all
life took on a menacing aud ruth
less form Where could she go to
find beauty, to find truth, to find
fineness, if not In this man whom
she had so ardently worshiped?
That he should have regarded the
situation at first as one to he treat
ed with cynical levity was a fault
that seemed to her graver than the
grave
She did not . , want . . . Robert
Ainsworth
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When she awoke tt was a cool
evenlug. and she was shivering As
she collected her thoughts she no
ticed an envelope lying on the floor
under her door It contained a note
from Nell, and she read
"Dear Joyce: —
"When I got back I found a mes
sage to go und see Mother She's
not seriously III, but feeling badly
and wanted to see me. I shun t tell
her unythlng about us. of course
We must talk everything over. I
thought It might be better If I'd
camp out somewhere else tonight.
Please go to bed aud get a good
rest. I'll see you tomorrow.
"Nell."
Joyce read this over several
times, almost uncomprehending Al
lust, however, she knew what she
must do. She knew she must go
away—that It wus the only thing
for her to do.
"I've been wrong to stick It out
this long." she thought. “No won
der I've gotten things Into such a
meas!"
It did her good to have some de
finite work to do. n less than an
hour she had bathed, dreased, und
packed two bags with Frills' simp
lest clothes and belongings.
"It sems like stealing to be tak
Ing them," she thought worriedly,
"yet what can 1 do? Nell doesn’t
want Frills' clothes—they won’t do
him any good If I leave them. I'll
have to find some sort of work
right away, and I can't apply for
It unless I m decently dressed. Of
course I won't take any of Frills'
Jewelry or anything of real value."
Roxie met her at the foot of the
stairs. "Excuse me, ma'am, hut Mr.
Nell he said you’d he waking up
after a time and we should have
your dinner ready."
"Very well, Roxie. Just serve It
quickly in the dining room, please.
And tell Bam I want to speak to
him."
Once Joyce had decided to leave,
she felt she could not go quickly
enough Hhe could not endure look
Ing about Nell Packard's house, and
reflecting that she would probably
never see It again. Her only salva
tlon was In acting at once. Hhe was
grateful for the non chalance with
which Sam received her orders, and
for the lack of demonstration on
the part of Roxie.
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As the season for school begins, children from the tiny tots in
the first grade to those in their last year in high school will
need a great variety of things. Here they are offered
at prices that shan’t be equalled again in months.
Fulop’s Department Store
‘The Store of
334 Main Street
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