Indianapolis Times, Volume 33, Number 4, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 May 1920 — Page 4

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3mMana flailg INDIANAPOLIS, IND. Daily Except Sunday, 26-29 South Meridian Street. Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351 MEMBER OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS. (Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, G. Logan Payne & Cos. AdTertising Offices Jj* ew York, Boston, Payne, Burns & Smith, Inc. * —“THIS IS THE YEAR" — IF the republican state ticket is good only "in spots” would it be proper to call it a “spotted” ticket? 0 WE HAVEN’T HEARD much about Jack Henley since he tried to get Rush county to give Goodrich a power of attorney. s WOOD won "a remarkable victory,” the senatorial cabal won “a partial ' victory” and the republican party won—what was left FORTUNATELY Jim Goodrich and Charley Jewett came back long enough to show the republicans of Indiana who really runs the republican party. i PERHAPS Plftl Zoercher can explain the scathing denunciation of the tax board by Leo K. Fesler in that letter concerning the inability of the county to refund its courthouse bonds. OF COURSE, everybody wants the fee system discarded—except those members of the republican state platform committee who failed to recommend it in their "eminently safe” platform. THE NEWS says no one is attempting to defend Arthur Whiteside, but it overlooks the fact' that the governor, whom the republican convention indorsed, granted him a temporary parole. In Flanders Fields — Two years ago the great batteries of the Huns were laying down their terrific barrages along the battle lines in Europe, literally creating that masterpiece of war literature: “In Flanders fields the popples blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place. In two short years the lesson of that horrible conflict, the purpose of that tremendous sacrifice, has been so nearly forgotten that in the United States senate the weaklings 101 l in comfort and seek to set aside the supreme sacrifices of Flanders fields, and end the struggle between kultur and civilization by a "resolution of peace.” “W T e are the dead. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, Saw sunset glow, loved and were loved — And now we lie In Flanders fields. Twenty-four months after the heart of this nation was torn by the noble passion that swelled the bosom of the Just, the right and the brave, our chosen representatives in congress have swept aside the purest sentiments that ever settled on the peaceful Potomac, and are : today seeking dishonorable peace with the Hunnish hordes of destruction. “Take up our quarrel with th 6 foe. To you from falling hands ye throw the Torch. Be yours to hold it high. Down from the hands of that multitude who offered up their lives that the government at Washington might live there fell the Torch of civilization, of enlightenment and progress, yea even of life Itself, and today, in only a fraction of a decade the Holy Flames for the perpetuation of which whole armies died are sinking to the embers of forgotten ashes “If ye break faith with us who die. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. Think you faith is being kept? Think you that when a great nation deserts its allies, its pledges, i brushes aside its ideals, forgets its dead in Flanders fields, and seeks its material comforts at the cost of the world’s peace, it "keeps the faith?” “We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields." Think you the dead can ever sleep, betrayed, forgotten, defamed, de- 1 prived of their span of life to no avail? Think you the youth, the manhood, the chivalry of a nation will ever again respond as bravely to the call of God for civilization when the Supreme Sacrifice leads but to an empty peace? When men must die and grief must walk like a pestilence throughout three hundred thousand homes to make it possible for fawning fools in marble halls to rant and rail of a treaty “too hard” on the Huns! Is it only the poppies that blow In remembrance of the dead who lie in Flanders fields? Honors for Law Violators Foremost among the “colored brether n” who participated In the state convention of the party of "aristocracy of culture and intellect” in Indiana, was Robert Page, alias Rufe Page. This is the same Page who, in 1914, threatened to “call his gang and drive the police force into the canal.” George V. Coffin, republican sheriff, maik him a deputy for that bravo defiance of the law. This is the same Page who owns a gambling house on North Senate avenue, where negroes congregate and “roll the bones.” This Is the same Rufe Page who has appeared repeatedly in police court to defy the efforts of the morals squad to stop the gambling in his Senate avenue jqint Concerning him and his place, the Indianapolis News, the exponent of “good government and clean politics,” once said: “A North Senate avenue poolroom known as the Rufe Page place is offering an unusual problem to the police. Several officers say they have reason to believe that the law is being more or less regularly violated at the establishment through what is inelegantly but commonly known as ‘rolling the bones’ or ‘shooting craps.* Despite the best efforts of the police department to enforce the law, say these officers, it has been unable to do so." And now it would appear that because the republican police force was unable to make the law apply at Rufe Page’s place, the republican party selected Rufe as one of the delegates to help make the republican party! There are 10,000 negro voters in Indianapolis. Out of the whole 10,000 the republican party could find none so deserving of party favor as Rufe Page, the negro boss whose place “offers so many difficulties” to the police that they can not enforce the law therein. If the honors paid Rufe Page by the republican party of Marion county do not constitute the placing of a premium on law violation by the negro gamblers, what In the world would constitute such a premium? Blocking Off the Monument , The simultaneous tearing up of all four of the approaches to the monument at the time of the state conventions of the two political parties is another evidence of the gross incompetency of the Jewett administration. The Circle is really the hub of the activities of Indianapolis in spite of the efforts of certain ppliticians to make the city revolve around them and it can not be closed to traffic without disrupting the trend of Indianapo’is commercial currents. Street repairs are more than ordinarily necessary in Indianapolis and there are few streets that do not lack them. But that is all the more reason why some judgment should be exercised in the time for closing the streets that are to be repaired. Today the motprist who desires to go north from Washington street is confronted with the choice of congested Pennsylvania or Illinois street or the roundabout way of Delaware or Capitol avenue. It would have been just as easy for the city to have torn up the surface of East and West Market streets and replaced it before tearing up Meridian street, but the idea that afiy of the capital visitors might desire to drive upon the Circle does nos : appear to have occurred to the city administration. We residents of Indianapolis are prone to neglect the monument. Our Indiana relatives still appreciate its beauties. £ t f y They are not, in fact, nearly as much interested in what appears be a studied effort on the part of Mayor Jewett Vo impress the activities of his administration on their minds as they are\n enjoying the ordinary of open streets when thgy visit Jiuihuiapolis.

PUSS IN BOOTS JR.

CHAPTER XXXVL Puss Junlorf followed the blackbird deep into the forest. I hope you remembe| why they are going there, but If yon don’t I’ll remind you. The Blackbird had made up his mind to give Old Mother Witch’s nose a pinch* twice as bard as the one he gave the nose of the maiden in the garden hanging out the clothes, and that was quite a pinch, you remember. Well, now that I’ve told you all this, we’U go back to the forest and peek In through the trees and see what happens to Puss Junior. “Don’t make any noise,” said the Blackbird, “for If that old witch hears us she’ll do something dreadful.” So Puss pulled off his boots and tiptoed along, but, oh dear me, every once in “1 am Pass Junior,” He Cried, a while he’d step on a dry twig and then it would snap like a pistol. “S-s-sh!” cautioned the Blackbird, ”we are nearing the witch’s cottage.” In a few minute# they found themselves In a small clearing where stood a little log house, In the doorway of which appeared the-flgure pt the wicked witch. And, oh, dear me I Wasn’t she a terrifylng-looking person. Her nose crooked down to meet her up-crooked chin, and her wicked black eyes glittered fiercely and her knotted fingers grasped a crooked staff. “Who comes here?” she called out in a cracked voice. And then the blackbird flew swiftly over and gave her nose a tweak which

WHEN A GIRL MARRIES A New Serial of Young Married Life

CHAPTER XXXVI Therm was no one In the living room when I returned. It seemed big and lonely in spite of Its glowing flame-col-ored torches and flickering candles. I was suddenly glad I need not eat my first meal alone—that would have made my longing for Jim too cruel! I arranged the cold meats and bread and crackers, and the radishes and little cream-colored pat of cheese on the plates that were laid out In readiness. Then I called Evelyn. Tom Mason strode In from the kitchenette with an air of being completely at home. Hl* coat was off, and he was Just rolling down the sleeve of his tan silk shirt. “I’ve been washing—scrubbing, rather,” he announced. •’Evelyn, too, I suppose. Oh, Evelyn,” I called. "Evelyn's gone," replied Mr. Mason quietly. "Gone? You’re Joking!” I cried, running to the door that led to the kitchenette end bath, In my haste to end this game of hide and seek. “Mrs. Harrison, you needn’t look for Evelyn. She's gone, I tell you. Snille Royce phoned out to Hempstead to Invite Evelyn to Join them and Sheidon Blake on a motor trip up the road. And Evelyn'a mother gave Ssllle this number —so, of course, when Sally called Evy here, what waa there to do?” “Then I must eat my supper alone, after all!” I cried, feeling decidedly sorry for myaelf.

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made her little black eyes water. . “Scat! You evil bird!” she screamed, and she struck at him with her crooked staff, but she never hit him. Oh, my, no 1 For that Blackbird was too quick for her. He darted back among the trees, where Puss was hiding. “Cowardly bird!” screamed the witch. “You come near me again and I will kill you.” and then what do you think our brave little Puss Junior did. He stepper out from behind the tree and walked toward her. “I am Puss Junior,” he cried, waving his sword, “and many a little character In Mother Goose have I defended. I fear you not." “Oh, ho!” cried the witch, “am I to be flouted by a cat,” and she grasped her 6taff and ran toward out little hero. ‘‘Come no nearer,” he commanded, “or I will use my trusty sword. For you are a wicked witch and I shall show you no mercy." At these words she stopped, glaring fiercely at him. “What would you have?” she asked. “A promise!" answered Puss Junior. “You must promise me to steal no more lambs from the fold. Neither to frighten the little robins nor the silver fishesIn the stream.” “I will not," she shouted, and again advanced toward Puss Junior. And In the next story you shall hear what happened after that.—Copyright, 1930. (To Be Continued.) [The Right Thing at the Right Time By MABY MARSHALL S. DUFFER. Your Telephone The suggestion Is made by the directors of the telephone companies that the directory be consulted in practically every case, as much time Is wasted by persons who think they can remember numbers and can not. For this reason a little memorandum with the numbers accurately copied front the directory Is a very good Idea. If you do your ordering on the phoni always have a list written out before yog begin to telephone. Remember, there are other women whose time Is quite as valuable as your own tryiug to get their orders In by tele-

By ANN LISLE.

The man smiled. “Not at all —I’m here.” “But you can’t stay, Mr. Mason.” I said, with a frankness that might have been railed downright rudeness. “Cant stay? Don't be foolish. Why can't I stay? I’m here, and you here, and the supper la here. The obvious thing to do Is to eat It.” I shrank back In amazement. Mr. Mason actually thought that I would let him remain. Perhaps It all seemed natural enough to a New York society man, btit ta me the very Idea was revolting. Fliat of all, I did not want to have guests at a little "house winning'’ before my husband had eaten a meal In hit own home. Now it no longer seemed a question of feelings and desires alone, but one actually of dignity—of decency. Os course. I couldn't—l wouldn’t—permit this man to remain alone with me In tbo apartment. Even If I offended him and seerued to -tm narow minded and old-fashioned, I must make that clear. I tried; but Mr. Mason smiled at tne In a fashion that made me feel Ike an Ignorant little girl talking to a wise old u.an. ’My dear child, don * be absurd. How it matter if I stay for half an letr, eat my share of the par.y io whic.i you hnj Just Invited no, mil that looks* *o da Icons, or whether t go now, hungry and tired? Surely you won’t deprive mo of my supper? Eve earned It. haven’t I? Child alive, Jim wm't like It if you go around anubblng ell bis old friends’— Copyright, 1920. (To lie font la tied.'

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The young lady across the way says most people cat a very light breakfart now, but the time was when nftbody i felt he had started the day right unless j he had meat and potatoes and griddle [ cakes at his morning ablutions. I . .... j phone, an dig ben you keep the wire busy they have ruwait. “Let me see, there was something else I wanted. Well, I can’t Just recall—Oh, j yes. I want a yeast cake and—no, I don’t need bread. Just hold the wire while I •go back In the bread box. Yes, you might send a loaf of bread. But you needn’t send the yeast cake.” i Housewives who talk like this are not : being as considerate of other people’s ! time as they ought to be. If you are charged by the call for your telephone messages and there are several persons In your house who use the telephone, It Is most convenient to have a little pad and pencil right beside the instrument, so that whenever you use It you can put down your number.—Copyright, 1930. [last nights dreams] —WHAT THEY MEAN—v ) Did you dream of a harvest? To dr com that you are gathering a ! harvest, or looking on at harvesting is an omen that has to do with business, > according to the mystical interpreters j of dreams. In general, auch a dream signifies sue- j cess In commercial enterprises, and the more plentiful the harvest the greater j will r>e the financial gains of the i dreamer. If you see many farm hands busily at work you may reasonably expect your business will greatly Increase; but should the harvesters appear to be neglecting their work you may expect your bnslness will grow poorer end your ; profit"! will cot come up to your expecta- j tlons. It Is better to dream of engaging la j the work of harvesting than of merely looking on, but both dreams are of < good omen to the business man. It should be noted, however, that a ' dream of a harvest holds out no prom. 1 lee of wealth through legacies or daring speculation, but only foretells prosper- j Ity attained by strictly legitimate business enterprises.—Copyright 1930. XEWHPBINT PARLEY MAY M. KANSAS CITY. May Ml.—A conference of the newsprint situation as It affects ! small town papers will bs held here May 22.

! hosier 'Rotor Qub Run ; FO R Sunday, May 16th Cars start at Prest-O-Lite general offices on Crawfordsville pike directly west of main Speedway entrance instead of University park—Pictures at I:so—Start Promptly at 2:00 p. m. —Rain or Shine—All the roads are good gravel—Automobiles will be supplied with pennants, markers and complete running charts, giving mileage, points of interest, etc. Cars check out at Lawrence on the Fendleton pike at 6:00 p. m. For-ty-four-mile run. Objects of the run: To interest you in the beauties of your own locality and the Hoosier Motor Club.

REAL ESTATE GOSSIP By REALTOR “AL" EVANS President Carson says yon can’t embarrflks him. How about It boya? Temp won In a walk! Creighton second. Durham and MacLeod also ran. It’s wonderful what an immense argument two women can cause. Warning to realtors. Pink pajamas |will be barred from the Pullman leaving here Juno 2. Also grandmother style nightgowns. Poes the “vise-president” of Butler love the ladles? Wo say he do. Would a lady member of the board be called a "Realtoress." a "Realtrlx” or the “real thing?” ! Now then. All together. *‘W* want more reservations.” Will John Robbins please lead us in yelling? Temp ought to take advantage of the month of June, the trip to Kansas City and the young lady’s consent. Honest, we won’t do a thing to you, Temp. Quite a few prodigals wandered back to the Indianapolis real estate board tire:aide Wednesday. Was It the weather or [was It the oratorical contest? Well, no

matter, we sure are glad to see you all at the Wednesday luncheons. Any of the last Wednesday luncheon attendants who aren’t sold on Indianapolis now should find occupations in other cities. The wisdom of a Solomon, the philosophy of a Socrates and the oratory of a Demosthenes combined, gave Temp first place in the overland sweepsakes with Kansas City, Mo. as the goal. Why here’s Challle. What brings you out this rainy day? “ ’Nother county heard from,” replied Chalile. “That makes three that have asked me that today.” You fellows who were absent from Wednesday's luncheon surely missed soma fine examples of spellbinding. If Temp doesn't sell Indianapolis to the Kansas City convention. I'll be a poor guesser. , “Col." Durham spoke of getting up steam and cot going anywhere. Wonder if that was his opinion of the cooperative advertising campaign? That seems to have been the destiny of said campaign, any way. Prince of Wales Has Narrow Escape LONDON, May 15.—The Prince of Wales today at Greymoutb, N. Z., was motoring on a narrow road skirting a ravine In Buller gorge, when the rear wheel of the car hung over the gorge and the earth gave way. The car quickly recovered, however.

THEY’LL EXPLAIN IT TO ABIE IN THE HOSPITAL.

IT’S A DEAR OLD SPOT, IS DINTY’S.

BOOBY IS A STAR CATCHER.

SAYS BRUSILOFF ATTEMPTS COUP Paris Tells of New Revolution Reported From Russia. LONDON, May 15.—Unconfirmed Tumors were current In socialist circles In Paris today that Gen. Brusiloff had seized the Russian government at Moscow and that fighting was In progress, said a Paris dispatch to the Man cheesed Guardian. < T ANARUS" J " M. Jouhaur, secretary of ths French Labor Federation, was quoted as saying that Gen. Brusiloff Is apparently trying to establish a military dictatorship against the soviet. Brusiloff Is commander of the bolshevik army. He was a former general la the old Russian imperial army. Hays Has a Way of Suiting Himself Editor The Times—Will you please tell me by what authority Will Hays has been spending campaign # funds on universal military training cartoons, and whether (if I decide to contribute to the republican campaign fund) any money will be used to fasten peace-time conscription upon the American people? MABEL HOUSTON. Moores Hill, Ind.