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GALVESTON TRIBUNE
MONDAY, JANUARY 9, 1922.
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POETRY AND
PERSIFLAGE
SOMEBODY’S ALWA YS TAKING JOY OUT OF LIFE.
BY BRIGGS
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TELL ME AGAIN.
Tell me again the story
That you told when we both were
young!
You Were my prince in glory.
A prince with a golden tongue.
And the touch of your hand was thrill-
ing,
The fact that you lived was joy— '
But I was only a girl then, dear.
And you were only a boy.
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A TEST OF SINCERITY
When the great nations of the world accepted President Hard-
ing’s invitation to participate in a conference looking to the reduc-
tion of national armament, it suggested the hope that the first step
had been made toward the abolition of war. This hope was mate-
rially strengthened when the United States, Great Britain and Japan
agreed to the scrapping of a number of battleships and the cessation
of construction work on capital vessel’s for a period of ten years.
Now comes France with her demand for a submarine navy which
threatens to offset the good work already done in connection with
the limiting of battleship tonnage. The French representatives
appear to be obsessed with the idea that naval warfare is merely to
change its aspect and that between the airplane and the submarine,
the capital ship must soon be driven from active participation in
naval matters, but that naval wars would go on just as usual, or
with greater intensity than heretofore, and France must be prepared.
War-ridden France probably has the best possible excuse for
being concerned. France has suffered much from war, so much
that the people of that country become frightened at the mere
shadow of the war god. But France should understand that while
the conference contemplated the reduction of the armament of all
signatory nations as a first step, the real aim was to bring an end
to all wars.
Besides, if any progress is to be expected in the direction of uni-
versal peace, it is more likely to be attained through confidence
reposed in one nation by another, than by any hard and fast agree-
ment-signed in solemn assembly. No agreement or treaty or pact
-is more than a scrap of paper unless it is guaranteed by the integrity
of the people who make it. Had the present disarmament conference
done nothing more than to establish a sentiment of brotherly confi-
dence between the nations, it would have accomplished more than
the scrapping of battleships or the limiting of submarine operations.
While the United States and Great Britain did not care to go so
far as to give written guarantee that the two nations named would
guarantee France against any future invasion of German military
forces, the fact that the two great powers entered into agreement
with France by which the French power of military resistance would
be largely curtailed, should be assurance that neither Great Britain
nor the United States could permit injury to France when they had
been instrumental in bringing her to a condition where she would
be easy prey for some strong military power.
France might also bear in mind that it is not within the pro-
visions of the conference agenda to permit Germany to become a
threatening military power, at least within the present generation.
1 It is hoped by that time the German people will have learned their
lesson and parted company with the idea of world conquest. At all
, events, new Germany with largely reduced population, will not for
• a century be in position to think of, much less undertake an enter-
prise with a peace-pledged world opposed to her. France should
accept the test of sincerity now being offered her by those who mani-
fested their friendship at a time when France sorely needed it.
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ployed do not appear to be advertising at all. This is perhaps the
highest compliment that can be paid an advertisement.
There have appeared on the pages of The Tribune from time to
time during the past several months, campaigns of “news" and
educational advertising in which the advertiser assumed a role
bigger than the particular business in which, he was engaged, and
sought publicity for all engaged in his profession or trade.
The Tribune has been the medium of educational campaigns for
a number of modern sciences; has carried and is carrying announce-
ments of local churches; is supplying educational material on insur-
ance and banking, as well as on the matter of illumination, modern
laundries, national and .state events and civic betterment.
Co-operative educational "news" advertising has been accorded
warm welcome in a number of large cities and by many strong
newspapers. The fact that The Tribune was able, through the
hearty co-operation of its advertisers, to exploit these ideas in Gal-
veston may be accepted as splendid evidence of something for which
this newspaper has most stoutly contended, that Galveston is a city
and not a village.
Senator Reed says the quadruple agreement is treacherous, treas-
onable/ damnable. If La Follette can be induced to endorse this
expression of opinion, we shall know that we are on the right track.
Talking pictures, announced as a novelty, are nothing new. Some
of the most beautiful paintings seen any day on the street, can talk.
Tell me, the way you told me
When our love was the song of
spring!
Hold me, as you would hold me
When our love was a sacred thing!
Let the silver that’s in our hair, love.
Be jet, as it used to be
When I was so new to caresses
And you were so great to me!
Here by the fireside sitting,
As the pictures in flames run by * * *
Sweet be the moments flitting,
And children, just you and I!
For- the love of our age is richer,
And yet—I would feel the joy
Of the love that was only a girl’s, dear,
For a prince who was only a boy.
—Henry Edward Warner in the Rich-
mond Times-Dispatch.
An icy blizzard, in which eight peo-
ple perished, recently swept Southern
California, but as yet the Los Angeles
papers haven’t found it out.
BEYOND HELP.
From the Philadelphia Record.
Midnight, and in the smoking room
of a club- sat a young man huddled in a
chair. A friend entored. “Hello,
Smith,” he asked, cheerfully, “not go-
ing home yet?”
“No,” muttered the .despairing one,
“I—I daren’t.”
“Why, what's the matter?”
“Matter? It’s the end of everything
It means ruin, grief and spoiled life!!”
The friend looked frightened. “Here.
Smith, tell me what’s up.
can help you.”
Smith clenched his, fists
knuckles showed white.
Perhaps I
till the
“No one can help me,” he cried in
agony. “I have come to the end of all
things. At 8 o’clock I telephoned to my
wife and gave her a perfectly good ex-
cuse for not coming straight home,
and”—his voice sank to a whisper—
“I’ve forgotten what I said.”
sor
Paint and lipscick
Now and then
Are relished by
The best of men.
—Life.
A VERBAL COURTSHIP.
From Judge.
“And are you sure that you love me?”
she dimpled.
“Absolutely sure of it,” he flashed.
- “Men are so fickle,” she gurgled.
"And are women never fickle?”
sallied.
"I am not sure,” she evaded.
. “You would not admit it if
he
you
were,” he charged. 2
“I might and I might wot," she
sparkled.
"But you do love me?" he queried.
-"You are too eager to know,” she
tantalized.
“Lut why keep me in suspense?” he
frowned.
"Because I choose to,” she blazed.
“A woman's reason,” he scorned.
“It is good enough for me," she
snapped.
"But not for me,” he retaliated.
“But you can not make me give a
better one if I do not choose to,” she
jeered.
"Is it thus you treat an honest man’s
love?” he scowled.
“Pardon me," she softened.
“And if I do will you give me a fairer
answer to my question?”'he smiled.
"I may," she coved.
“Then I—but someone is coming,” he
warned.
"I must go,” she 'gasped.
“Good-by until tomorrow,” he mur-
mured and vanished.
TOUGH.
Mr. Squirrel—-Gee! I wonder how
many more frosts it’s going to take to
bring down that big nut?
NOR EXCHANGE ’EM.
All that you ask,
I’ll carry through,
And if I ru,
I’ll wear a mask,
But still I’ll bask
Beneath your view.
Yet there’s one task
I will not do,
Even for you—■
Even for you.
The mountain top
Where winter clings
As if on springs,
I’ll gayly hop.
Or flap and flop
On eager wings.
I’ll tilt at kings.
I’ll brave a cop—
But here, by dings.
Is where I’ll stop—
I will not shop /
For Underthings!
—Ted Robinson in Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
aar"
You WAX ENTHUSIASTIC
GEE WHIZ. THUS
iS A BULLY. YARN -
WONDER HOwJ IT’S
GOING To TURN OUT
CONTINUED PAGE
FIFTY SEVEN
CRITICS AMUSE
MISS ALICE
“I’m lined up with Wall street and
I’m bad all around. I’m in a kettle
of hot water, all right.”
Miss Alice M. Robertson of Okla-
homa, only woman member of congress,
looked up from the typewriter on
which she had been pecking away with
one finger, says a dispatch to the Kan-
sas City Star,
a letter to one
she paused to
She was grinding out
of her constituents when
tell of her political trou-
bles. But this
with the kindly
AND THEN JUS l A’S You
ARRIUE AT THE CRUX OF
THE WHOLE THING— -
To Be CONCLUDED
NEXT WGEH
Copyright N. Y. Tribuse tne
SOME BODY IS ALWAYS TAKING
the Joy out OF LIFE
$
I IVEVER
KNEW IT
To FAIL/
If You Believe It, It’s
BY PERLEY POORE SHEEHAN.
Copyright b> the H. K. Fly Company, New York. Published
by arrangement with the Thompson Feature
Service, New York.
And he hid the bottle more carefully
than it had been hidden.
“The bill was six-ninety,” Davies
had said.
“What bill?”
“The hotel bill."
“And you paid it?”
“Sure I paid it—to get your bag-
silver-haired woman
blue eyes laughed 8 Old Sky-Blue had tried to squirm
out of it, defer discussion until the
when she related them.
“Look here,” she said, handing over
a copy of a radical labor paper. "Under
the heading, ‘Voting With Wall Street
Against the President,’ is my name.
Poor old me, who never managed to
scrape up a bond in my life, because I
always had too big a family to feed,
lined up with Wall street. I have a
home, a little piece, of land down, in
morning. He was tired. He was an
old man. And, finally, he had got
peevish, lost his temper. Anyway, he
. hadn't paid. /
Davies asked himself: Was it fair?
! Was it?—that this old specter should
' thus come out of the past to haunt
. him and blackmail him?
| That past! ■
| With a little wave of despair Davies
saw again, with the eyes of his soul,
Oklahoma. When the tax assessor
asks me if it has anything on it, I
always tell him, ‘Yes, a mortgage.’ 1
“Of course, all the women’s clubs
are hammering me because I will not
that supreme picture of the colonel
and the colonel’s niece at the foot of
the stairs when they had knelt there
and thanked the Almighty for having
sent him, Davies, as some sort of an
, angelic messenger.
i Absurd, of course! But the absurd-
champion their so-called women’s leg- ity of it ,was a beautiful thing that
.. . 1 reap Davies knew now he had been nursing
islation bills to allow them to keep in his heart.
their maiden names after they areWith tragic comprehension, he saw
married, and the like. They are lam- i that he had been aspiring to become
basting me @ecause I would not vote 'some such creature as the colonel and
for the Sheppard-Tower maternity
bill, which will not help the mothers
of America a bit, but will give a lot
Alvah had believed him to be. A diffi-
cult role! One that had caused him to
discipline himself—heart and brain,
eye and tongue—as he had never dis-
ciplined
himself before.
And he had
of jobs for others in the bureaus in
Washington. : He blew out his light. He went over
“Here is a letter from a distressed and sat on the sill of the open window.
believed that he might succeed.
woman out West. She tells me she
has three small children, and is ex-
pecting another one soon. She cannot
leave them to go to the hospital and it I
will cost $100 to bring a doctor to her.
The perfume of the dark garden Went
up like invisible incense. The branches
of the trees pointed upward.
“When you are in the dark, look up.”
*“Alvah,” .he whispered.
She was everything that Sky-Blue
“The mother says that if it is pos-
i was not. He pictured the two of them
—physically, mentally, spiritually; and
sible to get any assistance through this he saw them reduced to terms of power
new legislation she would like to have expressible in two possible careers
. 11 that lay ahead of him:
it. I have just figured up 1 | Sky-Blue, with his offer of partner-
per capita basis for the mothers of her ship—easy money—no risk—nothing
state the government funds would rough!- Why not? Hadn’t Sky-Blue
allow her 70 cents. I presume she I lived almost a hundred years? Hadn’t
811091 he kept out of jail? Traveled wherever
might buy some’ pamphlets from the he wanted to? Had a good time?
government ■ with that money, but as
for providing her.with a doctor of med-
ical care in. her need, that is out of
the question. : -
“The women are against me, because |
I was not for suffrage originally, but Clair done for the colonel. Deacon
I don’t mind. They didn't vote for me | Crane, Simp Fisher, Tessie Wingate? '
before( and I was elected. When theThen Alvah—somehow the incarna-
women were given the right to vote, I
contended they had entered politics on
the 50-50 basis, that they were not tory!—of victory after battle! She was
entitled to any special political con-
cideration just because they were
women. All these women agitators,
Wasn’t he honored by all who knew
him, crooks and suckers alike? Wasn’t
it the bishop's spceialty to make folks
feel good? -And what was there so
crooked about that? Anyway, what
was there to gain in sticking to the
country? What had life here in
tion of a patriotic song!—that
St.
was
Alvah!—part hymn, part chant of vic-
America—-an America that was clean
and vigorous and daring—an America
of drums and ' fluttering banners! So
would his America be if he followed
who appear before clubs with their
-charming gowns and long gloves, and ! her, though he followed her only in
look pretty, so- the other women will the spirit,
sit up and' exclaim, 'Oh, isn’t she won- better than
derful,' make me wonder why some of
PLUGGING OUT.
(From Wayside Tales.)
A Kentucky man seems to have found
a relative of the city girl who thought
it must be cold work harvesting the
winter wheat.
The young woman of whom the Ken-
tuckian tells is a native of Cincinnati,
and was lately talking with him about
tobacco and tobacco raising. 4
“I should like ever so much to see a
tobacco field," she said, "especially
when it is just plugging out.”
it may or may not interest you to
know that Gus Meatte runs a butcher
shop at Portageville, Mo.
the spirit
And wasn’t this something
them didn’t raise some sons to have
easy money? Wasn’t it
better to fight the fair fight—and let
‘ the
best man win—than to
get the
reverence for them. Men and women prize hrough a fake or a foul?.
are what their mothers makethem. ! Old Sky-Blue was on one side of
“Now, listen to this,” Miss Robertson ' him. Alvah Morley was on the other.
continued, picking up a clipping of They were like contending spirits—one
an editorial that had been sent her, the black and blood-red devil’s advo-
cate; the other, a winged seraph.
And he walked between them.
“it says, ‘Miss Robertson represents the
feminine opinion of the early Gen.
Grant period. Of course, Miss Robert-
son would have been an impossibility
if it had not been for the long and
earnest work of women like Susan B.
Anthony, Anna Howard Shaw and Mrs.
Carrie Chapman. She does' not realize
this.’
' "Yes, I do,” said Miss Robertson,
streets and squares, filled with peril
and murderous, brutalities, with ser-
pent cunning and tigerish greed.
It all brought back to him that night
of his interview with Ezra Wood, and
he was seeing the old farmer again,
not as someone who had been bewil-
dered and helpless, but someone who
was as a white and shining giant with
power to shape the destinies of men—
someone who was seated up there now,
looking down upon him as he walked
and wavered with the devil’s advocate
on one side- of him and the seraph on
the other.
. Could, there be any doubt as to the
one to which he would cast his choice?
But although it is given to every
man, now and then, as it was given to
Richard Davies this night, to go up in
the observation-plane of the spirit, so
to speak, to get a bird’s-eye view of
the various roads that lay ahead, it is
difficult to retain this clarity of vision
when the flier comes back to earth.
So Davies found it.
Sitting there on his window-sill, the
problem had become just that: Which
—Sky-Blue or Alvah?
And no later than the following
morning, here was old Sky-Blue him-
self, apparently urging him to the side
of the angels. Sky-Blue had followed
Davies to the gate where they could
talk together a bit in private out of
hearing of Alvah and the colonel. The
bishop had been all honey and butter
during breakfast, especially when ad-
dressing Davies. And the elder still
had his arm about the youth now,
when they came to the gate.
There the bishop breathed a terrible
oath.
"Why don’t you smile at me?” he de-
manded; “Show a little affection—play
the game? Damn me if I ever saw
such an ungrateful purp! How long
do you think I can go on stallin’ about
you lovin’ me and me lovin’ you and
all the rest of the bunk if you don’t
play up to me?”
“I’m not playing a game,” Davies
whispered fiercely.
“Never mind the gas,” the bishop
adjured.
“If you were a younger man," said
Davies, "I’d soak /you one.”
"Oh, you would!"
And the bishop patted him on the
shoulder for the benefit of those who
might be looking.
"Maybe I will, anyway,” said Davies,
as his muscles contracted.
“You’ve got a lot to learn,” said
Sky-Blue patiently, looking up at the
morning. “You’ve got a lot to learn.
Sing Sing, Joliet, Danemora, San Quen-
tin-—they’re full of boys that were just
a leetie like you.”
“You ain’t got nothin’ on me.”
“No, no!”
“Then what you beefin’ about?”
“I was merely thinkin’ how nice
it
would be if I invited Solly and Phil
to come and join us, out here. The
colonel’s got plenty of room. And
there’s Billy Gin. You and him worked
together. I understand they’ve turned
him out of Matteawan as cured, al-
though I dare say he also needs
breath of country air.”
a
and I answer, ‘Here,’ and the angels
are singin’ sweet and low.”
Davies shot a side glance at the ,
bishop. He wasn’t surprised at what *
he saw. The old man was still looking J
up. There were tears in his eyes.
“Well, what are you cryin’ about?”
Davies inquired. “You started the
rough stuff.”
"It’s your ingratitude,” Sky-Blue an- %
swered with an effort.
“Where do you get that?”
“Just when I’ve been smoothin’ ev-
erything for your weddin’."
“My what?”
“Your weddin’, Richard. Why, I’ve
got little Alvah crazy about you, when
you might have been stallin’ around
till you was as gray as I am. I was
talkin’ to her again this morning while
you was still asleep.”
“For the love of—”
“Yes, yes. I know what you would
say. You didn’t know about the colo-
nel having that snug little fortune
tucked away. You’ve already told me
all about that. You didn’t know that,
the colonel was apt to croak before 1
long and leave all he’s got to the little
maid. Pretty soft! Pretty soft for 1
you, Richard! But why do you try to
crab my game when I ain’t crabbin’
yours—when I’m doin’ all I can to push 4
your game along? Ain’t we friends? J
Ain’t it right that we should love each 1
other?” 3
Davies took thought. i
This was no time for recrimination; 1
no time for an emotional outbreak of 1
any kind. 1
He spoke calmly: "
“The colonel hasn’t got a sou-il
marquee to his name.” . 1
“Are you sure of that?”Sky-Blue de- ′
manded with equal calm. 1
“Absolutely.” . 1
“Then,” said Sky-Blue, with a touch 1
of bewilderment, “what are you playin’ "
up to him so for?” " #
Before Davies could answer this per- 1
fectly natural question. Alvah came /
skipping down the path from the′′
house. She- merely wanted to ask J
whether or not Dick would be home 1
for dinner; and he told her that he "
would not—that he would be out in the 1
country all day. 1
But there they stood, side by side, ' I
just as he had visioned them the night 1
before—old Sky-Blue and Alvah—the 1
devil’s advocate and the seraph—and 1
the devil’s advocate had been urging 1
him to take the seraph for a bride.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
ALVAH LISTENS. |
They lingered for a while at the i
gate, the girl and the illustrious Pro- I
fessor Culbertson, as Davies went off 1
down the verdant street.
“A fine young man,” breathed the
professor. He turned and looked at |
Alvah. He solemnly repeated his judg-
ment: “A fine young man. But head-
strong! Do you know what’s been |
ailing him to make him act so sort of |
sullen with me?”
"I hadn’t noticed it,” replied Alvah
brightly.
"I have, and it’s hurt me. But he'll |
get over it, dear boy; and it will
merely increase that bond of love "J
which unites- us so strongly already. A
Headstrong! But lovable!”
“What was it?" 4
“It was this,” Sky-Blue answered, ,
ready to testify to the whole truth and S
all the details xrof. “As you prob-
ably know, I a, nmain' to crown my .
life’s work by Yocmdin' the Beating 1
Heart Seminary—out in Wichita—- | ,
where my dear sister resides—a won- 1
derful woman, and a godly—and the
inspiration of my life. Oh-h-h, how 1
she has sustained me when some dear .
one was ungrateful! But that is the ,
penalty of good deeds, my child. In- 1
gratitude! I am old. I am poor. But J
there!”
Sky-Blue used his handkerchief.
“You were telling me about Rich- 4
ard," Alvah shyly reminded him.
The morning was one of matchless
beauty, of soft sounds and sparkling
fragrance. Solly, Phil, Billy Gin! The
back room .of the Commodore! A
padded cell in the great hospital-prison
for the criminal , insane! And the
morning had become permeated with
a taint of deadly poison.
"To hell with you!"
Davies’ voice was soft, but it was
swft and grim.
"Chicky!"
The bishop’s voice quavered, indicat-
ing a change of heart.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Richard!”
“What? Talk quick. I got to be
beating it. I’ve got my work to do.”
“I’m an old man,” said the bishop,
with a-manifest effort to speak right-
eously. "I’ve been drawn to you as I
was never drawn to anyone. I’m all
alone in the world.”
"Go on.”
"At this moment I have nothing in
my heart but admiration and affection
for you. As God is my witness, my
boy, I want you to be happy, I want
you to succeed. I’m not long for this
world. I’ll have enough to answer for,
when I stand up there in front of the
■ Judgment Seat, and they call my name,
Where was Tessie Wingate in this
drama of his life? Nowhere. So much
for her. She didn’t count at all.
He saw it now. The whole sum and
substance of his life was reduced to
a single choice, and this choice was not
as one between Alvah and Sky-Blue.
To put it otherwise: It was a choice
... “Then this editorial says, between such nights as this one—cool,
‘We have given women the vote so % sweet, majestic,)silent nad grand; and
they may better-protect the child, poli- such other nights as he had known
defiantly.
ticians like Lodge are willing that men । back there in New York.
borne of women shall continue to be
cannon fodder'until kingdom come.’
.Now that he thought of it, most of
his preceding life had been but a series
of nights—nights in the squalor and
“Now that is untrue,” Miss Robertson
declared, rattling the clipping impa- thunder of lower Manhattan;
tiently. “Woman is no more a pacifist
summer
than man. What playthings does the
mother give her child? Toy pistols,
tin soldiers and guns. Down in the
soul of every woman is pride of her
warrior. It has been so from the time
she used hair to make bowstrings and
handed her warrior his shield.”
and winter nights, differentiated most-
ly in the quality of human wretched-
ness, violence and vice; nights in the
fighting-clubs, heavy with smoke and
the effluvia of unwashed mobs; nights
in the billiard-parlors, the dance-halls,
and the back rooms of saloons; nights
. in the blaring and blatant open of
(To Be Continued.)
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Galveston Tribune. (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 37, Ed. 1 Monday, January 9, 1922, newspaper, January 9, 1922; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1643612/m1/6/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Rosenberg Library.