ow
and I was more impressed with the
seemed to have a much more serio
illusion.
i was. It certainly wasn’t new and
| it wasn’t at all unusual because you
{7 and I have seen it happen over and
; over again!
women who believed they loved
their husbands and yet wrecked
their marriages by being too pos-
sessive ?
men who wanted every minute of
their husband's time and were
! jealous of every move he made
Haven't you known
Haven't you known wo-
when he wasn’t with them ? Haven't
you known women who were jailers
and refused to trust their husbands
out alone?
The Duchess in “All This and
Heaven Too” spent all her time
worrying because her husband ap-
parently neglected her. She was
insanely jealous of her children’s
governess. She was jealous because
the children loved the gentle young
woman who was so good to them.
! Their mother had always been so
busy fussing over their father she
had never had much time to really
interest herself in her children.
when they were brought to her
they annoyed her and if she didn’t
see them often she insisted that her
husband kept them away from her
on purpose!
Then, of course, because the chil-
dren became attached to the gov-
erness the Duchess insisted that her
husband was in love with the young
woman who kept her from seeing
her own children. Her imagination
w ran away from her and because her
1433 husband enjoyed being with the
children and the governess, in the
part of the house where there was
peace and understanding and a gen-
eral air of good will, the Duchess
was forever making scenes, making
everyone miserable with her: gross
misunderstanding.
Finally, of course, the governess
is dismissed because the Duchess is
convinced that her husband is in
love with her. The children cannot
understand why they have been de-
prived of an influence which was so
gentle, so understanding, so easy to
live with when they had ‘always
been accustomed to nothing but
"scenes and nasty remarks from their |
mother.
All of you who know anything
about human nature must know
what happens next. The Duchess
keeps right on accusing the husband
of being in love with the governess, |
and after the young woman has
left the house and has written sev-
eral times to ask the Duchess for a
letter of reference which the Duch-
ess had promised her, she is denied
it and consequently she cannot se-
cure another position without it.
The husband realizing what it
means to the girl who has been such
a good friend to him and his chil-
dren, loses his temper simply be-
cause he is sick of the entire situa-
tion. He has been trying all his
married life to get along with a
woman who has never been a wife,
his children have never had a moth-
er and when he does lose his tem-
per, he loses it so completely he has
no control whatsoever over his ac-
tions. He goes mad and in a violent
rage kills the woman who has made
his life so miserable.
We all know that murder is never
justified. But what if a man is
driven to it? What if a man has
been too patient? What if has tried
all his married life to please a wo-
man who cannot be pleased? What
if he has been a good husband and
an unusually good father in the face
of unsurmountable difficulties ? Isn’t
there any pity for him? Can't his
action be understood? No, indeed!
The rest of the world looks on and
says “Black murderer.” How dare
a man kill his wife? This husband
killed a lovely, gracious, kind wife,
an innocent women who bore him
four children, a dutiful wife and
mother!
All of you who will see the pic-
ture will be just as impressed as I
was with the fact that convention
is more important in this man-
made world than truth. Wives and
mothers are always good women,
they can do no wrong, no matter
how trying they are. If a woman
is a wife or a mother she can be
assured of her place in the world.
She can do no wrong!
Second Autumn
Across the valleys now, again,
As when we welcomed autumn rain;
Along the hills where loud October
Paraded dictums none too sober;
Veiled in mists as we remember
Astride the borders of November;
And through each woods corridor
Where Autumn’s frolic ran before—
Now buds imply a yellow-green,
Suggesting crimson in between;
And Fall’s artistic truancies
Stand chastened in May nuances
As if one tale to illustrate
With technique gaudy, then sedate:
Of all that Autumn had to tell,
Spring is an echo in pastel. ]
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|THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE
By EDITH BLEZ
I have just seen the new moving picture “All This And Heaven Too”
picture than I was with the book. I
enjoyed the book because the tale was cleverly presented but the picture
us and vital lesson to presént. The
stars in the picture didn’t seem to mean as much as usual, Charles Boyer
and Bette Davis were just two people caught in a storm of bitter dis
They were involved in a problem to which there seemed to be no
solution, and while I sat there watching the story unfold, while I watched
a jealous woman practically force her husband into loving another woman,
2 while I watched a woman who thought she loved her husband, neglect
It her children I couldn't help but feel how very ordinary the story really
THE LOW DOWN FROM
HICKORY GROVE
They sure been putting
a burr under the saddle,
there in Oregon. The
folks went down to the
voting place and they say,
“we have a stomach-full
‘of this tomfoolery about
the electric lights. We
don’t want to be any
Yogi, like in India,” they
said, “and lay on a bed of
spikes the rest of our life.
We don't want any TVA
misery loaded onto our
backs.” So they up and
said Nix, on municipal
ownership.
Those old web-feet
there, they really got up
on their haunches, and
het up, about it. They fig-
ure that the Army and
Navy is plenty to keep
Uncle Samuel busy.
So another Govt. ad-
venture has exploded—
and the drowsy taxpayers
throughout the mation get
their eyebrows singed
again. They got one more
white elephant to look aft-
er mow.
Anybody in the market
for a nice new shiny pow-
erhouse, but with mo cus-
tomers on the horizon, he
might write to Bonneville,
there in Oregon, or to the
Grand Coulee—or maybe
he should try Wash., D. C.
direct.
Yours, with the low down,
JO SERRA.
RICOCHETS
— By Rives Matthews —
We cannot bear to think of what
has happened, and what is happen-
ing to Paris. Our reaction to the
German shelling and subsequent oc-
cupation of Paris is the same we
experienced when a boyhood friend
of ours was killed out hunting rab-
bits near Princeton. We couldn’t go
to his funeral. We couldn't write
his mother a letter of condolence
which made sense.
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Right now that same hysteria
forces us to try to keep down the
flood of pleasant memories which
beset us.
*
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What has happened, to our cousin,
“Bunny” de Chambrun? And
what has happened to Jean-Pierre
who was born deaf? And Jean-
Pierre’s courtly father, the Marquis,
his gentle, gracious half-American
mother, the Marquise? What has
happened to one of our first loves,
a girl from Bogota, who married a
boy from Belgium with a title and
a dilapidated castle ?
* kk
Fifteen years ago “Bunny” was
a jolly, round faced boy with brown
button eyes and perfect manners
who always called us “mon vieux,”
and always seemed a little bit funny
when he bowed and kissed our
mother’s hands.
*
* ok
Jean-Pierre, our deaf cousin, was
even more appealing, especially
when he got wound up trying to
speak to us in English, or when he
got mad playing tennis with us in
Neuilly. In those days he was study-
ing at the Institute Pasteur and ever
since, so we understand, has spent
most of his time in a laboratory.
*® Ok Ok
And what has happened to the
gay young people of many national-
ities who used to dance in the
crowded Quai d'Orsay apartments
of the Vicomtesse Benoist d’Azy,
who supplemented the pay of an
admiral by “introducing” American
girls to the international set? What
has happened to that lovely Prin-
cesse Therese de Caramon-Chimay,
a member of one of the four princely
families of Belgium, to dapper and
handsome and blonde Prince Hohen-
loe from Germany, to the Spanish
Senorita whose, name escapes us
who regularly played at Wimbleson
in the Davis Cup matches, to the
Ruspoli boys from Rome, to all the
French, German, Austrian, Belgian,
English, Dutch and American boys
and “Jeunes filles convenables” who
made up what might have been
called the sub-debutante set of
Paris?
* ® =x
What of the grand boulevards
and the splendor of the Place de la
Concord and cheap taxis, screaming
around curves, their drivers hurling
good natured curses at other drivers
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! Sixth Column,
organization recently chartered in Wilkes-Barre, is
distributing cartoons such as this to newspapers.
a non-profit
Heading the organization is Sergeant Fred Grabo-
ske, World War veteran and legionaire.
Column has its headquarters at 16 South Main
Street, Wilkes-Barre.
The 6th
THE SAFETY
VALVE
This column is open to
everyone. Letters should be.
plainly written and signed.
Editor: :
As you probably realize, the Bri-
tish Army lost practically all of the
equipment it/ had in Flanders. This
equipment included hundreds of am-
bulances. The British forces are
now badly in need of new ambu-
lances and drivers.
Supplying replacement ambulanc-
es is an important, humane and un-
warlike activity, which America can
undertake.
Accordingly, we have organized
the British-American Ambulance
Corps, affiliated with the Allied Re-
lief, and sponsored by groups of re-
sponsible and interested people both
here and in Great Britain.
It is our intention to solicit funds
with which to supply these ambu-
lances to the British; and to secure
drivers for them. It costs $1800 to
buy an ambulance, transport it,
maintain it for a year, and equip a
driver. Ambulances will be trans-
ported as rapidly as possible in units
of 22, which units will remain intact
insofar as possible for the duration
of the war.
This is an emergency. There can
be no great offensive in this war
which will not require far more am-
bulances than are now available.
We hope you will help us acquaint
the American public with this un
fortunate fact, so that those who
wish to help will know that this
non-profit organization is set up to
make help possible.
Sincerely yours,
Wm. V. C. Ruxton, Pres.
British-American Ambulance Corps,
46 Cedar Street,
New York, N. Y.
and pedestrians. What of the race
tracks, one for every day in the
week, and the mannekins, the boul-
evardiers and the gendarmes with
their capes and batons? What of
the brass helmeted firemen and
those frankly French ‘chalets de
necessite’” on every corner? Andi
the row boats bobbing around like |
fireflies in the night with their
orange paper lanterns?
ok Ok
What has happened to the beau-
tiful house in the rue des Sts.
Peres on which the former Bessie
Drexel Lehr, now Lady Decies, has |
lavished years of work and money
in restoring it to the original glory
which made it suitable for a French
duke in the time of Louis XIV ?
# kk
And what has happened to the
ancient and beautiful old Hotel de
Montmorency, where Mrs. Paul
Wayland Bartlett, the sculptor’s
widow used to give such delightful
and elegant dinner parties? And
the Rose Palace which Boni de Cas-
tellane built with Anna Gould's
money in the Bois de Boulogne ?
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What of the buildings and mem-
ories everyone who has ever been
to Paris share? Do the children still
roll hoops in the Luxembourg Gar-
dens, do the fountains still dance at
dusk in the gardens of Versailles,
do students and artists still wrangle
at their little marble topped tables
in front of the Cafe des deux
Magotsi® :
*
Will Hitler use the Opera House
for a performance of his favorite
Wagnerian operas where now, for
the first time, they can be sung in
their native tongue? What of the
dressmakers under a regime that
considers women fit only for breed-
ing and rustling up the grub for
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“As long as the grass shall grow,
‘as long as the rivers shall run’—
with this solemn pledge the Indians
made their peace with the white
'man. The words, simple and earthy
jas the people who spoke them, were
symbolic of the red man’s trust in
i his white brethren. To him they
| were sacred, and full of meaning.
{To the white man they were a
| promise, easy to make and easy to
| break.
Perhaps the white man was sin-
| cere in his efforts to help the Indian,
| perhaps his mistreatment of the red
jen was unconscious and innocent.
{But his methods were wrong, and
his attempts to “civilize” the In-
THINK IT OVER
By F. R. STEVENS —
Last Sunday I stood on Temple
Hill beside one of the log cabins
which sheltered some of the troops
of our Continental Army, and on the
spot where Washington upheld the
ideals of liberty on which they had
established a new nation. With
this inspiration he quieted the up-
| rising of his soldiers, .who were
away from home. They thought
their hardships and sufferings of
eight years had been a failure, but
just ahead of them was that tri-
umphant march down Broadway
and the sight of the Red Coats as
they left this soil forever.
Our Founders were idealists and
the Declaration of Independence not
only severed our ties with a mon-
archy, but it definitely set up the
ideal of personal liberty as the im-
mutable basis of our government.
We have never reached perfection
in maintaining that ideal. Perhaps
we never will. Imperfect humans
can never attain perfect ideals, but
grow as they strive to attain them.
Sometimes our human defects
make our ideals stand out more
clearly, as when John Howard
Payne, the homeless wanderer,
wrote ‘Home, Sweet Home” and
so connected the lives of genera-
tions to the pivotal point of Amer-
ican civilization.
Loyalty to this ideal of govern-
ment set up by our Fathers is still
our ideal, but from across the At-
lantic have come poisons of human
greed and brutal force, of persecu-
tions and sufferings, of enticing
intellectual propaganda for old pag-
an idols, everyone of which is an in-
sult to the freedom of body and
soul. It has been like a hot hurri-
cane which is uprooting all but
those whose. love of liberty is deep-
ly rooted in the soil of America.
The defenses our Fathers set to
protect the growth of the human
soul are today being undermined
and destroyed and only an uprising
of liberty loving people with a
spiritual background and determina-
tion to re-erect those defenses will
save us, our children, and our chil-
dren’s children from the horrors of
the pagan philosophies coming from
both Right and Left.
We do not seem to realize that
our democratic ideals are being vi-
ciously attacked now. The danger
from within is here, and that from
abroad in sight. Political, business,
social and even family ties must be
secondary to the protection of our
ideals of liberty.
Paris, to us, and to many people
all over the world, was a lovely
lady with whom we were all very
much in love. That lovely lady is
lost, now, but about Paris one can-
not say, as one can say to dejected
lovers: “There are other fish in the
their men-folk in uniform?
sea.” There was only one Paris.
dian invited only bitterness and
hatred. Believing himself to be a
superior being, the white man tried
to pattern the red man’s life after
his own. He tried to break the
Indian’s spirit, change his customs,
rob him of his traditions and beliefs
—all under the guise of “education”.
Adults were confined to special
areas, and forced to conform with
the patterns of the lives of their
white neighbors. Children were lit-
erally kidnapped, and brought up
in institutions where they were
taught to scorn their parents and
the traditions of their ancestors.
Gradually, over a long period of
years, the treatment of the Indian
[pes improved, has become more
humane. But a bitter feeling of re-
| sentment is still alive in the heart
of every true Indian.
| + As president of the American
| Federation on Indian Affairs, Oliver
La Farge, author of “Laughing Boy”,
was well qualified to write this doc-
jumentary piece on Indians today
| “As Long As the Grass Shall Grow”
lis a history of the Indian from the
time "he fell under the rule of the
white man, up to the present day.
{For more than eighteen years, La |
| Farge has been in intimate contact
{with the Indian. He has become
| familiar with Indian customs, Indian
i habits, and the Indian language, and
he has transferred his knowledge of
this downtrodden people to the pag-
es of a fascinating picture-story.
the one hand it tries to reduce bars
to one for each thousand of popula-
tion; on the other it promotes stores
to increase sales.
zenry that the new taxes are to be
used for building armaments and
adding to defense, but says nothing
of the certainty that enemies inside
the gates, the worst enemies Amer- |
ica has ever known, bootleggers, are
going to make good the Biblical
commitment and multiply a thou-
sand-fold.
crease in taxes, and more than the
tribution to the national tax income
suddenly enveloped by a cloud-burst.
And what's the bad news?
must produce more taxes. The ide:
lators, governors, presidents and de
“SECOND THOUGHTS
By javie aiche
Just about the time the demoniac distillers and berserk brewers had
tagged each other for a piece of change toward coverage of a million-
dollar advertising campaign to prove up the billion or more of their con-
It’s terrible!
, approximately at that stage of ease-
ment there came to them the conviction that they had kidded the pub-
lic into believing that all the money didn’t come from the public's own
pockets, though it did, the bad news broke.
provender and beverage delivered for an open-air clambake in a grove
It was like having all the
Beer, whiskey and wine
a firmly fixed in the minds of legis-
fense boards is that from vats and
warehouses, generally assumed to
be the sources of most evil, flows
resources that cannot be dammed,
though damned they be. The chill
of last week was produced in most
part from the clammy conscious-
ness of what might be the desider-
atum.
The producers must either pass
on the taxes to the distributors and
retailers, and they to the consum-
ers, as has been the custom, or they
must absorb the full shock of the
impost and charge it against the
excess profit included when a
thirsty post-Prohibition America
weledmed back to its arms bleary-
eyed Fritz Gambrinus and bulbous-
nosed John Barleycorn. It wasn’t
even noticed that the two prodigals
had become pickpockets.
If the cost is added to the toll
put upon the consumer, then it’s
goodbye forever to the nickel beer
and farewell for keeps to the dime
eye-opener. The trade is not confi-
dent of being able to bear up under
the loss. There's not so much as-
surance that the State can take it
either. A kind of preparedness cam-
(paign has been on for weeks. It
[started with the Liquor Board tak-
ing down the tax notices from the
store counters and just adding ten
percent to the list prices and it
ended with several of the big pro-
ducers sending out a kinds of pen-
ance-and-absolution beer, guaran-
teed to be really aged, and selling
it for ten cents for seven ounces.
Drinkers are not subtle. But they
did catch on to the extent of won-
dering what was the curing process
for the foamy amber that has been
scuttled out for a nickel. What it
all comes to, finally, is the drawing
of another vicious circle, and it’s
going to be interesting to discover
who is caught in it.
Higher prices mean more family
complaints against booze-spending.
Complaints bolster the barricade for
a new occupation by the drys. They
also encourage a return of home-
distilling and home-brewing. These,
of course, add into the total best
recognizable in the speakeasy,
which is nothing more nor less than
escape from all taxes excepting
those that have the more American
name of graft. *
No one can explain why it is that :
an average citizen of the United
States will defeat himself and his
country by paying eight dollars a
quart for synthetic intoxicants, to
get around the dry laws, and then
turn bolshevist against the legal
imposition of taxes that still afford
a bottle of the real stuff for a little
more or a little less than two dol-
lars. It has something to do with |
behaviorism and is referred to the |
psychologists for analysis.
The State is no psychologist. On
It tells the citi-
Which means the in-
THE OLD
SCRAPBOOK |
—By "Bob" Sutton —
Good morning:
It's a warm Monday here again.
The sun is bright. How much of it
is shining into your life? :
We cannot all play the same in-
strument, but we can all be in the
same key.
If you take two people to church
with you, then the Devil won’t have
a chance to sit beside you.
You may sing “Home Sweet
Home” on Saturday night, but
don’t be there all day Sunday! Go
to church!
Nobody was
straight road.
ever lost on a
Never before in the history of
the world do solid, honest Chris-
tian Americans stand for right and
freedom as now. With even relig-
ious leaders urging our participation
in the war, we need to stand for
peace and righteousness for our
own nation.
STAND BY AMERICA
| While the drums of war are rolling
in the lands across the sea,
There is one land that is ringing
with the voices of the free;
"Tis a land of peace and plenty, let
us strive to keep it so,
And defend our priceless freedom
from attack by any foe.
Neath the flag that gives us shelter,
let us all united stand,
In the spirit of our fathers, when
they fought for this great land;
In the spirit of devotion, let us
pledge ourselves anew.
To preserve our glorious freedom
by the things we say and do.
Stand by America, grand old Amer-
ica,
Stand by America, to America be
true;
Thank God for Liberty, and for a
land so free,
Then stand by America, and Amer-
ica will stand by you.
Smile! It's one of the best ways
to make the world smile back. Try
smiling nicely at everyone you meet,
and notice the response. It’s sur-
prising, and it helps lift a heavy.
load sometimes.
Peter—‘‘Are rosy cheeks a sign of
good health ?”’
Jane—‘I should say they are.”
Peter— “Well, I saw a girl the
other day who was a lot healthier
on one side than on the other.”
increase, will be required for ampli-
fied agencies of enforcement. ;
The maddest man in the world
isn’t Hitler. He's the old bartender,
any time you quote him figures on
how much is sold of sweet drinks
with crazy names and ask him how
come the defense cost isn’t shared
on the temperance front where in-
toxication is unknown and indiges-
tion reigns supreme.
One hundred and forty photographs,
taken by Helen M. Post on a tour
through the Indian country, are
interspersed with the reading mat-
ter. They represent many remark-
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excellent pictorial account of the |
life of the Indian today. |
“As Long As The Grass Shall
Grow” is the third volume in the!
new “Face of America” series. Orig- |
inated by Edwin Rosskam, author
of the first two books, the series
is designed to foster an intimate
acquaintance between the American
and his America. The preceding
books dealt with the history of San
| Francisco, and an examination of
the mechanisms of Washington, the
{American nerve center. Thus far,
{ “The Face of America” has revealed
three vastly different aspects of
American life, in three colorful and |
successful volumes, and promises
many more such reviews in the near
future.
La Farge’s book is worthy of in-
clusion in this series, for it brings
to the American people the message
of the Indian. Although he has
been mistreated and pushed into!
the background, of American life,
although his life has changed con-
siderably in the confines of Indian
Reservations, although his ancient
heritage has been all but buried be-
neath the complicated patterns of
his new life, the Indian’s spirit re-
mains unbroken. The book closes
with a speech by an Americanized
Indian, embodying the dream of the
race that has not given up its fight:
“We shall learn all the devices
the white man has, we shall handle
his tools for ourselves. We shall
master his machinery, his inven-
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