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OFFICIAL PAPER OF THE CITY OF KLAMATH FALLS
"Let us have faith that right makes might, and
In that faith let us to the end dare to do our
duty as we understand it" Abraham Lincoln
FRANCE AND HER DEBT
America realizes that she is depicted as a money
grabbing Shylock by the press of Europe, particularly in
France, all because we furnished the financial sinews of
war in the early stages even more needed than man
power in that crisis. France is bitterly unfair to this na
tion in her attempt to evade payment of principal or in
terest. The three billions we lent 'France came out of
the pockets of our people in liberty loan subscriptions.
But we did not stop thare. We sent the flower of our
young manhood to France, many never to return.
France believes that her tremendous losses in the
war should cancel her loan. But in what way were we
responsible for these losses? And were we not to a large
extent responsible for the fact that they were not greater
nd that France is not a vassal nation today, ground under
the heel of Germany?
It is not that America seeks to embarrass France
financially. The war has been ended for more than six
years and we have never pressed France for a penny of
principal or interest.
It is not that France cannot afford to pay. America
would have been satisfied with a fraction of the millions
being poured into the French air service annually mil
lions which have made France the leading powar in the
world in the air.
The question should not be discussed with rancor.
America has every sympathy for her valorous ally. Am
erica wishes to do nothing which will retard reconstruc
tion in France or work a hardship on ths French people.
But justice demands that terms for settlement be agreed
upon. Unless satisfactory liquidation is determined on,
French credit will be permanently impaired and the franc
will never reach par.
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TYPICALLY AMERICAN
The annual report of the American Telephone and
Telegraph company is always interesting raading be
cause it is a record of achievement which is typically Am
erican. It is a democratic institution with uniform and
universal service. Fifty years after the first words were
transmitted by telephone, 15,906,550 telephone stations
in the Bell system are serving some 110,000,000 people.
Rich and poor alike use the telephone. Service to
the most isolated farm is the suma as that rendered to the
finest mansion in New York city. In both instances it is
possible for each station to talk with any one of the other
15,906,550 stations. The average telephone user has no
conception of the value of equipment at his disposal when
he has the power to connect up with 15,906,550 other
telephones. It is an inspiration to review the fact that
one man and a few friends made such a service possible.
They had the courage of their convictions and put up
the money to back their ideas. The average banker and
investor thought they were crazy. They, however, laid
the foundation for the greatest telephone service in the
world. Today it is owned by the people of this nation,
as it has a total of 345,466 stockholders, which number is
increasing at a present rate of over 60,000 a year.
Among the more recent telephone accomplishments
are ship to shore wireless conversations, trans-oceanic
radio telephoning, broadcasting of a presidential message
to the whole nation, and photographs sent by telephone
circuit almost instantaneously.
While the rest of the world is astounded bv the Am
erican telephone system, we take it as an everyday matter
me same as we drink a glass of water.
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If some of our Jackson county boosters would devplnn
the same ability in passing a ball that they have in passing
the buck, we could have a basketball team that would
make national champions look like amateurs. Cold Hill
iNews.
Before a doctor can put you on a diet, he must know
what you like best. Newark Star Eagle.
The Season's Creates! jm el of Marriage
The Golden Bed"
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T! :iKT Y-clHTH INSTALLMENT
llo rfbcteii m t :. sh.wiik notions'
Tlie .1 .M;ier Mi-iet tenements hail
htnii en;rt since the C'iiy condemned
them a year before. What was her
inf1 she rauftht his glaucv unit
lowered Iht eyes ln-fore resuming the
lilted raoiwrtotme: dinity. isu t
it? i should think you'd have the
factory hll surrounded witn flowerbed
.ml statues of Ceres. She's the god
Otss of hsyrukts. you know."
"I?id you come to see me?" he asked
bluntly.
"Are you in an awful hurry?" she
counter-uuestioned. looking at him with
I lank. Minting eyes. "If you aren't
id so lo.e to drive around a spell."
"Klin-!" He had several hours to
waste Ixfore he could see Flora Lte
again.
.saying little, they took their way
throng shatiiiy streets, past lirauhury
Downs ai.d out toward t lie autumnal
arn of Hiver l'ark. Onee in the
woodlands he slowed Lis car. enjoying
'tlie bright culur of maples, rich red and 1
orange like the folds of a i'aislcy shawl.
"1 ini want to talk to yon." she
admitted at last, rousing him fiom his
dream.
"What's been troubling you lately.
Margaret?'
"Pave I been silly?" she asked. "I
didn't mean to be. Things get on my
nerves."
"I've been tl-IiiKing," be said, "you
oughtn't to plug so hurd on those
durned drawings excuse me, Mar
garet. They re right pretty but why
don't you taken hy-off?"
"What else have I got to do?" It
was one of the few complaints he had
ever heard trom her lips. "Adman,"
she tried again after a pause. "1 don't
think 1 know exactly what to say.
Maybe It ought to be sort of poetical,
the way you've hud the stones and all
piling up a tower. You want to build
it high and reach up"
"What for?" He was impressed by
her changed tone.
"So you can hold a star In your
bands, I think."
"Shucks," he muttered, embarrassed.
"That's Just w hat I don't want It to
be shucks." she said soft y. "Your
work mustn't turn to shucks food for
pigs the way ours has done. We're
down where we deserve to be because
we couldn't or wouldn't fight for what
we bad. But you've fought every Inch
of the way, Admah That's what's
fine about you. And and there Isn't
fighting bone left in the Peakes."
"Seems to me you've been putting up
a mighty good scrap," be replied,
strangely touched
"I'm trying to learn what we've
forgotten," she admitted, "and it's the
best thing that could happen to me.
But it's about you that I want to talk."
She looked pensively down, ordering her
thoughts into speaking form, then
"Y'ou mustn't spoil your life."
"How?' With the question he let
his engine stall. Everything seemed
to stand still as he regarded this girl
with a mind so strangely burdened.
"Monkey-thoughts and dirty little
shadows and iniltatiun rainbows. When
you get to playing with them you're
gone. You've got to be yourself,
Admah Holtz. If you'll take care of
what you've got I don't mean the
money so much as the character
you're bound to do a lot for yourself
and the world you 1 ve in. There!"
"Y'ou think I'm in wrong some way.
Some sort of danger." He ventured
this as Alexander might have done
before the oracle's thin vapors.
"Y'ou told me about a girl you once
admired. A girl on Dutch Hill."
"Mabel Stck." ho supplied.
"What would have happened sup
pose you'd been a little older and
getting on with your work what
would have happened If you'd married
her?"
"I'd have gone to nell In a hurry
excuse me."
"I didn't know her," said Margaret
In a thread of her voice. "But I knew
I know that the man who married
her went to hell in a hurry. He was
very fine,.Admah, but that's what she
did to him. And can't you see?"
Her words fell away, and when he
looked at her he was surprised at the
hurt in her eyes.
"I can't see you go like that. Ad
mah!" she cried suddenly and clutched
his sleeve as if to save him from some
demented aet. It was full a minute
before he gathered bis wits and asked
the direct question:
"Margaret, is it F ora l.oe you
mean?'.
"I know I'm disloyal." Ills face was
set stonily on the road ahead.
"Then you do mean Kiora l.cc,"
de decided grullly.
"Y'ou mustn't!" She spoke rapidly
now like one possessed by anot her s
spirit, compelling speech. She s m
touched any man life without ruining
it. Look at poor Htintie () .Nrill lie
was a good clean boy when she first
got hold of him. Look at half a doen
others maybe they weren't worth her
trouble, but she nxuleii them Just the
same. And Sau Filar. . . ."
He would have interrupted her. but
she shook her head impatiently and
hurried on with her condemnation.
"You mustn't want her. Y'ou mustn't.
I'm not saying this because 1 don t
line her. It's not her fault that she is
the way she Is . . . It's our rotten
blood. . . . What am 1 saying? Ad
man. . . ."
Again she was motionless, staring.
and out of the silence be beard himself
clear his throat and ask:
"What is It you want me to do.
Margaret?"
"I want you to tell me the truth
Do you intend to marry Flora Lee?"
He waited an instant to control his
voice, but when It came bis reply was
unusually calm.
"No, Margaret. I wouldn't even ask
her. I'm not quite a damn fool.'
"I'm glad." she whispered, then
crumpled against the cuslduns and
began to cry.
CHAPTER 61
On Hallowe'en night the dinner was
set for half past eight, an hour which to
Admah seemed just another practical
joke on that night of pranks. But she
had called it chic. That settled It un
questionably, so It was arranged that
his guests should begin their Wi
d'iutrr at about the time Dutch Hill
was going to bed. After his visit to
the barber shop Admah had a bowl of
tomato soup and two tnuttou chops In
the Hamilton grill. This was treason
but the food strengthened blm for the
evening s trials.
At eight he killed his headache with
a flzzy sedative at a soda fountain.
Then be went up to the ballroom and
peered In. It had been transformed
into a big, gaudy restaurant with
plenty of floor space In the center. On
a dais, under a canopy of blue grapes
and autumn leaves Rosengarten's Saxo
phone Klght which Flora Lee had
wheedled him Into Importing from St.
Louis were tuning up their terrible
silvery noise-machines. The chande
liers were covered with gigantic orange
lanterns which resembled either pump
kins or harvest moons; Admah couldn't
decide which. Pink and purple cosmos,
on stalks as tall as young trees, were
banked around the room.
It should have been a great night for
Admah Holtz. On his account the
haughty Sycamore Club had seen Its
annual dinner shrink to a very minor
affair. An emperor's room had liecn
decked for him; and wasn't It a delight
to know that the town was coming to do
him honor the town that had kicked
him from gutter to alley less than
twenty years before?
But all the time the question rang
like a cracked bell through his brain;
What am I doing here? What's It all
about? Aren't these fine people com
ing to please Flora Lee, who belongs,
when I don't?
To add to his depression a lioy
brought up his mall, and he found
several belated regrets. They were from
elder and more solid flatsumas, those
whom Flora Lee called tho Dull Set.
An epidemic of bad colds had broken
out In the Dull Set. He was cheered a
little when Mr. Browne Folsom, man
ager of the hotel, came up rubbing his
hands; "Looks pretty nice, hey, Mr.
Holtz? Biggest private dinner we've
given since Ixird Mackintosh came here
with his polo team. Now about the
drinks. I've got a sideboard fixed In
the Red Room " with one of thn
signalling looks we have learned since
aiconoi became illegal, hence universal
"The Marquesa fixed It with the
Chief, so you can go as far as you like
Wonderful little woman, Mr. Holtz."
Admah opened anotber note.
(H.W'TKK
lie had an Impression of nil sorts of
hands popping out to shako his. ilellente.
Inotirliuz fhlnirs some of them. It-wclie.l
lingers and a cold, reluetunt clasp. Ho
had an impression of l-lniw l.tse ill a
gow n of pale roc like a flamingo w lug.
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pulleil him from pUec to place to shake
more meauinglevs tuintls. tin luil an
impression of lunihlt-d people t.ilkiug
faster and fuster; an Impression of
intimate, diii'by jokes shot under his
,.f ... ..p i,.m i .i t,,i ,,r ,i,
fat boy. trying to make him ilrmk mud
eieryone he nit I; then an Impression of
Flora l.co. centering a group of men,
laughing shrilly. eeti:ng ng funny in
sults, kissing an old fellow on his buld
spot.
That shocked Admah. but only
vaguely. The Atterburys came In.
He Joined them lu a cocktail, one too
many, and had an impression mf Mr.
i anneiu s raneiu smite,
Admah wandered aliout a great deal,
hnMiug a fixed expnsssion until his jowls
slllTened with It. Somehow separate
from his guests, he was amused to think
of himself as the proprietor of Her
singer s. passing from table to table to
see that everylxxly was being properly
served. While young Hatsuiua drank
up his cocktulls, refusing to dine whilo
the drinks lasted, their host found him
self stranded In corners or walking
briskly from group to group, his cyn
glassy-bright III pretens" of rerognlilng
a newcomer. . . .
Y'aguely at his shoulder he heard
volaw In discussion It was at the disir
of the Red Room where the crowd was
thickest.
". . . and everybody who's been to
Paris has heard about Savarac . . .
when be gives a lady a tea-party or a
pleasant look. . . . And when he went
to Spain to dodge the War he went right
on . . . greatest collector In F.urope.
"Tee-heel" . . .a tenor voire res
ponding. . . . "Collector Is good. . . .
I notice she hasn't bragged aliout him
since she first got home fiom Spain.
Admah turned suddenly to see two
men. a tall one and a short one. flushed
with amusing gossip. At sight of him
they checked their mirth, as by tacit
consent, and stroke away Into the Red
Room. . . . They hadn't wanted him
to hear. Savarac . . . They'd been
talking about Flora U-e. . . .
When at last the crowd tH-gan moving
toward the tnbles and the saxophone
struck up a diabolical blare he saw her
coming toward him through the press;
and because he could no longer feel sur
prise hu to only mildly Interested to
note that she was leaning on the arm of
Hlllltie O'Neill.
O'Neill. . . . llA wn tl,f. an..,l,n
face, another Item In the puzie. yutto
Imtlersonallv Admah studied lit fl,n.
ening Jowls and sodden eyes. "He was
a goon, clean boy when she first got
hold Of hilll" . . . Illaitllv Itn r,n..m-
bcred Margaret's criticism. Shucks.
thought Admah, and decided that Mar.
garet was wrong. Flora Iam hadn't
done this thing to (i Vein vi,,..i
had. Only (iod who seems to mould ,
much useless bric-a-brac. . . . Why
had he made O'Velll and in mnu m.-A
like him. to clutter up and go to a devil
wno, as an economist, must resent such
Inferior fuel. . . . And who was this
Savarac they'd been tittering about In a
corner?
Then came Flora T.pa-1 tM.i
his elbow, and aa her slim n.wi
led Hunter O'Neill It was plain to see
iuhi, mo icuow uaea it. Me was actually
smiling!
"Y'ou know lfiintlj, !' ,..
. ,,,,,, v juui nun
asked quite casually. The saxophones
became umentlv nni,n .v.. u
O'Neill's ready arms. "We're at the
big table. Admah," she called out, her
little feet already twinkling to the
(TO BE CONTINUED)
FOR the KIDDjj
"ir.ir .tim.i," he read In Margaret's
clever bund. " mi U"i"H I" '"d '
find I jtut run I. I'm wb( Ii' I'i'lt
on an tslrti jot: Hut IA.ll I s r ' I my
rjru. nnjp y"ir jhifIb mil l u t'iu
jiurrrcj, 1 tsul's irs.n you utint."
"What 1 want." he evhoed vaguely.
What In he'l does she tlillik I w.uit?
I wish she could tell me."
The Adventures of
Raggedy Ann and Raggedy
lly JOHNS (.KI'KI.IK
Copj right lly l'nll' Kmlur Hyntlleate.
Itcproduetlon ri-uhllilltsd, All llJ(hU lUweni
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Girls Will Be Girls
"(.'illy Imp ami tho liiifiiboo wanted to ipiJ
Ann ami nit ami uik our tuntiy nunrin! Kajgsdj J
Grumpy IhippytoMil, lifter runiiini,' a ltiiiu way isdJ
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inn nave ,i ijiiiw.s in in i, us; 'i-siiii hk'huik viiiiy sj
wo osi-iiiii'il !" "I'm irlntl von iliil!" Grumtiv lt.J
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"1 know wlirro wo ciin huve lota or run ami it
h re, either! I'lien. if you uie rented, let tin jt
have some fun, Grumpy lloppytoatl !" HiiKKetly Aiu
Si i Hie three friends! Went under mime litisks.
'another path throiiK'h the woodt find followed j J
way. Then Grampy Ilnppytoud Ktnpped uml kJ
luad ami looked all aliout.
"Wo are on the wroiiK path!" lUptfody Am
thev were lost, botause then nhe knew thev tnie
adventure imn h noorier, hut she did not say it, for irf
(r woods they heard some one tiyiiijf Oh, dear!
So thev run to see what was the trouble. As tV.
bend in the path they ciime to a jfreat, bitf, larji
1'iant ami ht? was iryiinr, "Oh, dear! Oh, denr!"i
"Wliy tlo you sit:
so loudly, Mr. Giant'
Ann asked as she t
up to him. "Becaim
replied. "An I waifj
s'ore to buy a lot t
orphan children ford
Kttintr me rinht upoe
KiiKKedy Ann lookcdJ
reproachfully ami u
"Well, Mr.. Giant,
K'oitiK to eat a lot t
orphan children fnra
it nerved you right il
you on your huul!"
i 'Ti l r, . ,, . . . .
, uear me, naKKeuy Ann: ine Riant 8111(1, M
I cry. "Did I really say thut?" "That is just win
' HaiTR-eily Andy told the Kiant.
! "Well," the iriant cried, "that wasn't u-hnt
; meant to say, that 1 was tfoinjf to the grocery to kt
I ner lor some inc. little ornhan children! That's i
: 1 keep all the nice little orphan children at my hJ
i they haven t any mamas and daddies. And we k
lots of fun, too !
I "We are jlad to hear this!" Raprjredy Ann
, thought at first you were a mean jiant who att
ren!" So liajriredy Ann pulled the bee stinj, frot
J heel ami made him fe ! very much better.
i "Giants tlo not eat little children!" the jrianU1
wish l could catch the person who first started:
a liiK fib! Giants are just as hue as little peop!-
much larjcr harU! .lust then, the bujfaboo am!
came running up and caiifrht hold of Raja'edy Aw
one pulled one way and one pulled the other lit:
: Ann could feel the stitches in her dress rip.
, "Now, you stop!" nhe cried. "We want!
I heart!" the two mean little creatures cried, in their
not even seeing the jriant sitting there watchi'iitf.
RajKedy Andy Kave Gilly Imp a great jrai
K.ie me bugaboo a great push which sent themn
"Now we shall both fight you!" Gilly Impm
aooo cried as they rushed at Raggedy Andy. B
stooped down and nicked tin Gillv Tmn in nni hi:
bugaboo in the other and bumped their heads top
iNow, I spect after this you will let my fri
ann alone! thj giant said ns he opened his moutl
and pretended he was about in liifo ita ii'f meiS
"Please let them go, Mr. Giant!" Raggedy Aw
me giant put the two mean little creatures do
ground and gave them each a "snip" with his to
sent them head over heels.
"Now we will go to the grocery!" tho giant!
picked up the Raggedys and Gramnv llonovtoad i
on the rim of his hat. And if iitoa fttn Ml tiff tflj'
that way as the giant walked along towards the
.More about tne Haggedys tomorrow.)
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