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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, TUESDAY, OCT. 14, 1919.

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM Published Every Evening Except Sunday, !by Palladium Printing Co. Palladium Building, North Ninth and Sailor Streets. Entered at the Post Office at Richmond, Indiana, as bo ond Cla.sc Mall Matter. i :M MEMBUH OP THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Aasoc!td Press I xcluively entitled to th i for republication of all newt dtcpatches credited to It r not otherwise credited In thU paper and also the lol4 news published herein. All rip-tits of republication of "'tow clal dispatches herein are also reserved. ' , -m' Memorial Services for Departed Teachers The public took more than a passing interest in the memorial services which the teachers held Saturday for the departed members of their profession. During the last year a number cf teachers who had worked long and faithfully in the educational system of the city were called into the great beyond. Hundreds, perhaps, thousands of residents of this city had derived part of their education from these teachers. The announcement of their deaths, chronicled as they occurred in the twelve months, recalled to many persons the hours which they had spent in the classrooms of these teachers and evok&d regret that the careers of their former teachtsrs had been terminated. A teacher does a great service for the community, greater than most of us appreciate, lor the greater part of the day our children are ontrusted to their keeping. Upon them devolves the important duty of imparting not only secular knowledge, but also of laying foundations for their morals and teaching them fidelity to the flag and American institutions. Often parents neglect giving teachers credit for their part in the rearing of their children. Parents too often look upon the teachers as the hired representatives of the city and do not see that teachers really are substitutes for pareants and are doing day by day what the parent would be farced to do if there were no educational system. The memory of a good teacher does not ces-nse when he or she departs this life. It lives on in the gratitude of their pupils. The influences which they exerted upon the children, the principles of right living which they taught, radiate from the pupils all through life. A teacher performs a great public service. Their memories should.be cherished by a thankful communitjx Suppression of the Reds The activity of the military department of the government in suppressing Reds in the industrial districts of northern Indiana is (sommendable. America is no place for anarchists. Aliens of this conviction should be rounded up and deported without much parleying. The presence of aliens with anti-governrcent proclivities undoubtedly is responsible for a considerable amount of unrest and disturbance in our industries. These men ai'e not agitating for better working conditions, but insidiously are striving to overthrow our government. Therein is to be found their menace to our institutions. As has been pointed out often, free speech is a right of every free man. No one believes ic its curtailment. Grievances cannot be heard unless men be given an opportunity to speak. But w'hen men connive to overthrow the government, the right of free speech is abused. A sane presentation of abuses and grievances will find hearers. Public opinion in this country soon puts a stop to shameful exploitations oi the individual. But public opinion also discourages an exaggeration of fancied grievances and turns

1 rlpnf par fn nllpo-prl wrnno-s tri.t. do not rxist. I

in fact. The American people have given convincing proof in the last three weeks that they are unsympathetic toward bolshevist movements and I. W. W. principles. The appeals of the leaders of these causes find no response in the American

heart which is filled with love for the republic!

and believes that our institution can be adapted to conditions as they arise. Every true American knows and feels deep in his heart that if there is injustice in our present industrial system, a remedy can and will be discovered by sane and conservative methods that will not involve the overthrow of the republic and the substitution of a form of government bound to create chaos and ruin. The great leaders of labor and men who stand high in the financial world are trying to solve the problem. In almost all their utterances can be found a tone of sympathetic appreciation of the gravity of the problem and a desire to find a way out. The public also is taking a deep interest in the conferences that are being held. It seems certain that enlightened American patriotism, exalting the welfare of the republic above all considerations of class interests, will prepare a medium that will clarify the situation and give to both sides justice. Paying Income Taxes Income statistics made public by the bureau of internal revenue show that an increasing number of individuals are enjoying personal incomes of sufficient proportions to bring them under the operation of the federal tax measure. This is due in part, of course, to the lowering of the minimum from $3,000 and $2,000 to $2,000 and $1,000,

according to whether the individual is married 1 or unmarried. j One of the surprising facts shown by the bu- j reau's report is that a considerable number ofi those who enjoyed incomes of $1,000,000 or more in 1917 had their revenues cut down to below lhat figure in 191S. In 1916 there were 206 individuals enjoying the $1,000,000 or more income, while in 1917 this number was cut down to 141. There was in 1918 a considerable decrease of those reporting incomes in excess of $150,000, but a marked increase in those reporting net incomes of less than that amount. In 1917 a total of 3,472,890 personal income Lax returns were filed. The net income reported on those returns amounted to $13,552,383,000, an increase of 3,035,854 in the number of returns and of $7,353,805,587 in net income over 1916. Of the total number of personal returns filed, 47 per cent reported net incomes of from $1,000 to $2,000 and 53 per cent of the total reported net incomes in excess of $2,000. There were 315 returns showing net incomes of from $500,000 to $1,000,000. Altogether these figures represent a prosperous condition. No other country could hope to approach the record of incomes enjoyed by Americans. Undoubtedly the record will be increased for 1918 and 1919, on account of the extraordinary wage increases enjoyed by all classes of workers during the past two years. MITCH IS ONE GRAND TALKER Philadelphia Press. There is no end to what Attorney-General Palmer s;ays he is going to do to the profiteers; and also, there appears to be no beginning.

Condensed Classics or Famous Authors

DICKENS rlcf,ns did not 1Ivo to b ean old man. as "old agre" Is reckoned In our time When the end came, on the evening: of the ninth of June. 1870. he had lived only four months beyond his 5Sth year. The news of his death

was received as a universal calamity throughout tho civilized world. The London Times, In suggesting that the only ftttls resting: place for the remains of such a man was the Abbey, in which the most illustrious Englishmen are laid, declared: "Statesmen, men of science, philanthropists, the acknowledged benefactors of their race, might pass away, and yet not leave the void which will be caused by the death of Dickens However, pre-eml-r.ent in station, ability or public services, they will not have been, like our great and genial novelist, the intimate of every household. Indeed such a position Is attained not even by one man in an age." Dickens had left instruction that he be buried privately, without previous public announcement of time or place, and without monument or memorial. He had preferred to lie in the small graveyard under Rochester Castle wall; or in the little churches of Cobham or Shorne; but all these were found to be closed. The demand that he be placed among England's great dead in Westminster Abbey, united in by all England from the Dean of the Abbey to the humblest citizen, finally prevailed. It was arranged that there should be only such ceremonial as would be consistent with the injunction for privacy. And on the morning of

i uescay me jin or June, all was

Where Dickens Rests In Westminster Abbey

atrthedburiarUh knowlcdse of those on'y who by right might assist II) lh0 .ut accompanying: this brief sketch, flowers are shown mark,vf, i? spot under which the body lay: and for year after the burial, fresh flowers were newly strewn there by those who came to the spot as to a shrine. The inscription upon the stone is: Ninth 1S70" Dickens' Born February the Seventh, 1S12. Died June the n-i ;CC,a.T llim U8 Davi1 Warrick, and facing the grave and on its left and

j: . i"unuiMciiia oi c.naucer, snaKespeare and Drvden. Uickens last spoken words were. "Ves, on the ground," in

.i-iaw, wnen lie was stricken at the last, she claimed, "001116 and lie down."

m JZL'S Hfe and work ho om'p saK1- "r rest W claim to the reZ!VZ . Se , ry l01J'ltr.v n my published works," as a reason why he desired no laudatory inscription over his grave

reply to

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THE GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS DAILY TALK LISTEN A GREAT DEAL The more ycu listen, the more you learn. And the more you learn, the more you want to know. So listen a great deal. People of big action, talk little. The silent man Is always the mysterious man, as well as the one who usually thinks most. The man whoeeps still and listens and absorbs, is the man to be watched. You don't know where to place him. He may not be a very strong man, and yet his weaknesses are concealed by the very fact that he gives you no clue from his talk. Or he may be very strong because he keeps silent to listen. One of the most valuable rules in the world is to remain silent until you have something to say. Then folk3 will want to listen to you. To learn thru listening also gives one the opportunity to get knowledge that may have cost another years of study and experience to obtain. So you see that it is quite as important to select those to whom you desire to listen, as it is to keep still while they talk. But as you listen, absorb what you hear. Turn over in your own mind the ideas and suggestions that appear of worth. Sift the chaff from the wheat. Keep listening, tho listening, listening. And when you talk, be sure to say something that the) other fellow will be glad to listen to.

The next morning London rang with the news that the great lawyer, Mr. Tulkinghorn, the trusted solicitor of nobility, the impregnable guardian of family confidences, had been found by terrified servants in his chamber in Lincoln's Inn Fields lying face downward on the floor, shot through the heart. Oh, with what fear I heard this. If

Dinner Stories

BLEAK HOUSE BY CHARLES DICKENS

JACK MAKES LASTING IMPRESSION Wall Street Journal. Carranza doesn't recognize the Monroe Doctrine, but he might know Pershing if he saw him.

What Other Editors Say

INDUSTRIAL CONFERENCE PROPOSALS From the Chicago New?. NATURALLY enough the solid group of delegates who reprf-sent organized labor at the industrial conference in Washington had certain definite proposals to submit a? soon as organization had. been effected, wherccas the group representing employers of labor, lacking homogeneity and preparedness, had 10 ask iir time to confer and agree on recommendations. What is really significant in th developments at the conference is the readiness of the third group, which inadec uately but earnestly represents the public, to present constructive suggestions. Though unorganized and technically unprepared, the spokesmen for the public did not come to the conference intellectually and psychologically unprepared. Thery had thought much and anxiously, as have all serious minded citizens, about the state of the country and of the industrial world, and a sort of agreement of disinterested, opinion had spontaneously developed. It is not necessary at this stage to pass upon asny of i!:e proposals submitted by the third group. It. is insstruct've, however, to note their character and trend. They include the following: A three months' nationwide industiial truce; the creation of a national board of conciliation and arbitration; joint boards of employers and employes in each industry to prevent or settle disputes; recognition of the right of employers to deal directly with shop or plant committees without the intervention of trade union leaders; study of profit sharing plans and 1 other means of improving industrial relations. It is obvious that the spokesmen for the public wish to be reasonable and just to all interests. Their minds naturally turn to ways of peace and pleasantness, to methods of bringing employers and employes into harmony on a basis of common sense and practical idealism. The public cannot be assigned too important a role in the movement for economic justice. In industrial disputes the public is what courts of law and equity ane in ordinary litigation. To appeal to the public is to appeal to reason and conscience

FEW BROADLY EDUCATED MEN Glenn Frank in the Century Magazine. Our educational system has not produced, save in brilliant exceptions, broadly educated men and women. As a result we have suffered at the hands of leadership ill equipped lor its tasks. As far as clear insight into, and a broad grasp of, public affairs are concerned, we are a woefully superficial people. We simply do not breed enough big men to go around for the political, social and industrial leadership of the country. Whenever by chance we elect to the presidency a man of rare intellectual qualities and genuinely broad grasp of public affairs, we immediately begin despairing of an adequate successor. The tragic shortage of presidential timber and the all too common spectacle of little men in large rlaces should stimulate us to a fundamental inquiry into the provisions we have made for producing leaders in this country. For all our multitude cf colleges scattered throughout Ihe United States, we are not producing a breed of liberally educated men from whom we may expect adequate leadership to spring adequate either in quality or numbers. And that, after all, is the acid test of the American college. It would be salutary if all criticism of the college could be focused at this point until we fully realized its importance. The one test of the college is its hunjan product. What matters the imposing structure and the whirling wheels of a great factory if it turns out an inadequate product? The justification of a shoe factory is a good shoe; the justification of a hat factory is a good hat; the justification of a college of liberal arts in a democracy is the turning out of the sort of citizens and the sort of leaders the democracy needs. Dogmatic assertion may be pardoned at this point. The primary business of the American college of liberal crts is not to make scholars, but to make effective citizens and great leaders. The college is not a technical school; it is not a profes-'onal school; it is not a graduate school. The too prevalent confusion of the aim of the college with the aims of technical, professional, and graduate schools has struck a serious blow at the truly liberal education which underlies the creation of a real national mind, and which alone can produce adequate leadership for a democracy.

Condensation by W

The celebrated case of Jarndyce ?nd Jarndyce had droned its way through the dusty, musty Chancery Court in London for how many years only a few bewigged and fuzzv barristers knew before I, Esther Summerson, came to feel something of its deadening touch. This scarecrow of a suit had become so complicated that no man alive knew what it. meant. It was once about an old Jarnydce will, but was now only a question of costs and they were eating up the original property every day. People were dragged into it whether they would or no. More than one tragedy it had occasioned. I was told that Tom Jarndyce, a despairing suitor had said one day of Chancery: "It's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bee's; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains." And then he went he went and shot himself. But Chancery brought me many strange experiences, some bitter sorrows and a great happiness. My childhood knew no mother. My earliest recolection was of a kindly woman who called herself my godmother. Once I had asked her about my real mother, and she had replied: "Your mother.Esther, is your disgrace, and you were hers." When my godmother died I was told bv Kenge and Carboy, great London lawyers, that a guardian had been appointed for me and that, his name was John Jarndyce; that he had been asked to receive into his home a ward of the Chancery Court, a young lady.

and that I was to be her companion: and was to go to Bleak House, down ! in Hertfordshire, to live. Then first i I met my beautiful darling, Ada Clare.! and her handsome distant cousin,-' Richard Carstone (also a ward in the! terrible Chancery), a gay, unstable J boy whose love Ada soon returned alas for in the end they were married ! and Richard, chasing the will o' the!

wisp of Jarndyce and Jarndyce, passed out of the world forever. Through my guardian, a kindly hearted gentleman nearer CO than Z0,

perhaps, I met many people of low and I high degree. Of the latter were Sir ! Leicester Dedlock. and my ladv Dead-!

lock, great personages in rank and fashion, with a fine town-house in

London and a superb country estate, i

Chesuey Wold, off in Lincolnshire. Sir Leicester had married for love, rumor had it, a hi: beneath him. But

my ladv showed no signs of that. She : was proud, cold, haughty, they said j with beauty still, not yet in its autom, Sir Leicester, 20 years older, was a man of worthy presence, ccremon-!

ions and stately. He had supreme faith in two things: the British aristosracy and Lady Dedlock. My Lady was in Jarndyce and Jarndyce through some almost forgotten ancester. One afternoon in her London Mansion Mr. Tulkinghorn, the family lawyer, was with her. in connection with the case. Mr. Tulknnghorn , I came to know, was a rusty, silent man, the butler of the legal cellars of the Deadlocks; grown rich out of aristrocratic marriage

settlements and aristocratic wills; an oyster of the old school whom nobody could open. "Who copied that?" cried my Lady j impulsively, as she cought sight of j

some handwriting on a legal docume

nt before her. "Why do you ask?

queried the lawyer, struck by her animation and unusual tone. "Anything to vary this detestable monotany." she returned, then fainted. With Mr. Tulkinghorn to wonder at anything was to investigate it. Why had my lady asked about that handwriting? Why had she fainted? Perhaps Snagsby, the law stationer, who had had these papers copied, could enlighten him. Yes, Snagsby knew. It was the work of a gloomy poverty-stricken recluse calling himself Nemo and lodging over one villianous Krook's rag and bottle shop. Thither they go and up into the squalid chamber. Nemo is lying on his wretched bed, his eyes staring, his body motionless. "God save us, he is dead!" exclaimed Mr. Tulkinghorn. I heard of the inquest through Mr.

Guppy, a shrewd young law clerk who !

made hopeless calf love to me. The only witness who seemed to have known the dead man was Jo, a forlorn boy crossing-sweeper, and he knew little except " 'E wos good to me, 'e wos." But Mr. Tulkinghorn docketed Jo for further use meantime: "I have seen the man whose handwriting attracted your attention," he wrote Lady Dedlock. And soon after, on a visit to Chesney Wold: "I found him dead," he tells my lady face to face. And whether each ever-

Ider Dwlght Quint more watches and suspects the other; what each would give to know how much the other knows all this for a time in their own hearts. The faithful Mr Guppy, whom I never could encourage because well, because there was Dr. Allan Woodcourt, for one thing gave me the news of Joe's arrest for loitering, and the strange story he told in explanation of money found on him. They took him to Snagsby's, and this was Joe's tale: "They're wot's left, Mr. Snagsby, out of a sov'ring as was give me by a lady in a wale as said she was a servant, and as come to my crossin one night and asked to be showed this 'ere 'ouse and the 'ouse wot him as you give the writin to died at, and the berrin' groung wot he's berried in. And I done it." And now why did Sangsby hurry off to grim old Tulkinghorn with this tale? And why did Mr. Tulkinghorn at once call in Bucket, a great London detective, to go and fetch Joe? And was there any dark import to the bit of melodrama in the lawyer's office where the waif was shown a veiled woman dressed as a servant? "It's 'er an' it ain't 'er," he had said, gazing raptly at the figure. "I know the wale an' the bunnit an' the gownd; but it ain't 'er, and, nor yet 'er rings, nor yer 'er voice. It's 'er, and it ain't 'er." "There ain't a doubt." Bucket whispered to Mr. Tulkinkhorn. "that it was the other one with this one's dress on." Meanwhile I had my first glimpse of the celebrated Lady Dedlock. My guardian had taken us all down to Lincolnshire to visit a friend, and it was in the little parish church I saw her. Shall I ever forget the rapid beating of my heart occasioned by the look I met as I stood up? Shall I ever forget the manner in which those handsome, proud eyes seemed to spring out of their languar and hold mine? And, very strangely, there was something quickened within me, associated with the lonely days at my rodmothcr's. I was soon to know what this meant, and, curiously, through Mr. Guppy. My impossible suitor, it seemed, had noted a resemblance between myself and Lady Dedlock. He had learned by chance that my name was not Esther Summerson, but Esther Hawdon. Hoping to help me, he went straight to Lady Dedlock with his news. She had received him haughtily, but when he informed her that he had found that his cherished Esther was Esther Hawdon. "My God, ' had burst through her icy reserve. Life went on for a while with charming grace and pleasantness at Bleak House. Then the darkness of a terrible disease encompassed me, and when I had recovered my face was so sadly changed that. I hardly knew myself. To recuperate, my guardian took me down to Lincolnshire, near Chesney Wold. And there I met Lady Dedlock again. I was resting on a bench in the beautiful wood near the great mansion one day when she came and sat down on the seat beside me. Suddenly she caught me to her breast, kissed me, fell down on her knees and cried to

me: "O, my child, my child; I am your unhappy and wicked mother. O, try to forgive me. I had thought you dead in infancy. My cruel sister told me so." Then I felt a burst of gratitude, through all my tumult of emotion, that I was so changed that I could never disgrace her by any trace of likeness. But at once I knew our secret was not safe. My mother told me of the cold and crafty Tulkinghorn, already suspicious and ready to charge her with the truth. "Could you not trust him?" I had asked. "I shall never try." she replied. "The dark road I have trodden for so many years will end where it will. I follow it alone to the end, wherever the end may be." Soon I knew that the merciless Tulkinghorn was hot on the scent. Journeying down to Chesney Wold, he told my mother that he knew everything and would hold her in his ghastly grip, awaiting his own time for revealing the story to Sir .Leicester. Nor did the pitiless solicitor give her much time of grace. When the Dedlocks returned to their stately London house he sought my Lady and declared to her that soon, perhaps on the morrow, his duty demanded that he inform Sir Leicester of his wife's former disgrace. "I am quite prepared," she said icily, as he started for home. But, with an inward fire consuming her, she would walk in the garden for an hour or more, she told a flunkey. No, she would need no further escort.

He was a perfect wonder was the parliamentary candidate for a certain agricultural district. And he was never shy of telling the voters why thev should return him as their M. P. T am a practical farmer." said Tie

but then came thenewspaper report j boastfully at one meeting. "T can that Mr. George, a fine and hearty P'uh' eap' ilk cows work a chaff- ... . ' . . . . , cutter, shoe a horse in fact." he went ex-soldier, who had been heard to j cn, pr0udly, t should like you to tell threaten Mr. Tulkinghorn, because the ; me any one thing about a farm which lawyer had squeezed him financially, , 1 cJnnot do "

ucii, hi au iinjireF yive silence, a small voice asked from the back of the crowd: "Can you lay an egg

and who had been seen at Lincoln's Inn Fields on the night of the murder, had been arrested charged with the crime. But why? mystery was not solved, it seemed. Hr. Bucket, I found, was still on the trail of someone. Then one day Mr. Bucket told my Lord that it was not the soldier who had killed Mr. Tulkinghorn, but a woman. And he went on with

all the story of my

"You've heard about the stern father who told his daughter's company when it was time to go home," said Gap Johnson of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. "Mebby jt used to work all right in some localities, but t'uther

mother's early i 'hn Zinz and Balmy had

disgrace with Captain Hawdon, and ? u V, , . v how Mr. Tulkinghorn had discovered rfi"3 "aiV1 it thrtPnin- her with evnosure: ' !e to tear out. And 1 11 burhung

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saia me aeiecuve. 10 ireyaif uu for the revelation I am about to make. Others know of it; you must." Thn in was brought Hortense, my lady's discharged French maid (who hated my lady and hated Mr. Tulkinghorn still more because he had refused to pay her hush money on account of the masquerading scene before Joe), and Mr. Bucket proved her guilty of the murder and arrested her on the spot. But they left my Lord stricken with paralysis, his proud figure beaten to the earth. Next day I heard that my poor mother had fled the great London mansion, leaving a letter for Sir Leicester confessing her youthful shame, but protesting her innocence of the murder. "Full forgiveness; find " wrote the baronet on a slate for Mr. Bucket.

Now that the nation is dry, an enterprising dopeologist has compiled the following for the benefit of summer vacations: Rye. N. Y. : Bourbon. 111.; Green River, Ky.; Cliiuo?, Mo.: Champaign, 111.; Brandy Kee, Kv.: Brandy Camp. Pa.; Brandy City. Cal.; Port. Okla.; Sherry. Tex.: Brandy wine, W. Va.; Ginn. Miss.; Wine, Va.; Tank, Pa.; Booze, Tenn.; Drinker, Pa.; Aqua, Va.: Vichy, Mo.; and Lithia, Pa. Take your choice.

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rooa nvenins

BY ROY K. MOULTON

A LITTLE SLICE O' LIFE. The other day we decided A momentous question. It had been bothering us For a good many months. We had talked it over with The wife and with One or two intimate friends And had consulted our banker To see if we could invest The amount of money necessary Without danger of bankruptcy. Wo had the children to think of. Finally, we mustered up ourape Ar;d, with a cold chill creeping Up our spine, we went And bought that ton of coal.

Then began the strangest chase that was ever known. Bucket came for me, and we left the inspector's office in London before 2 o'clock of the morning in a barouche with postilio and post horses, Mr. Bucket seated on the box. A wild, uncanny ride it was, down by the dark river, over the London bridges, crossing and recrossing the dark river; out of the city streets into the country white with snow. On and on with little rest for two days and more, toiling through the sleety, sloppy roads; snatching a bit of rest here and there; suddenly back to great roaring London, hot on the scent now, fetching up on foot at last at the grim gate of the terrible paujier's graveyard where my father was buried. And there on the steps, with one arm creeping around a bar of the gate, as if to embrace, lay my mother cold and dead. But sunshine came again, as it always comes to the young and hopeful. My dear guardian brought it the sooner. I had promised him that I would be mistress of bleak house some day. He had been kind; I was grateful. I thought Allan Woodcourt. who had been absent from England, had grown

away from me. Returning, he had ' winter onion. spoken too late. Ah, dear guardian.! how did you know, and why did you! There has been recommended to the take me down into Yorkshire so soon j S00 central labor bodies of the counto show me a prettv, rustic doll's try by the working conditions service

TOO LATE. "Ha! Ha!" laughed Mr. Easy Meat As he threw up his hinds In strict obeyar.ee er; receipt Of holdup men commands. "Too bad. you boys are somewhat late, I've just been robbed, you see. The grocer, butcher, and the state Have beat you frisking me!" T. B. F. Horrors will never cease. A genius out west has gone and invented a

house of a cot age on pretext of get-1 ting my opinion of it as a residence : for Dr. Woodcourt. who was to settle in those parts? And "Bleak House?": Yes, that was the name over the cot-' tage door. And on that beautiful day,: you, my generous, soil-sacrificing guardian, gave it to me and me to Allan Woodcourt. Thus I was made the happy mistress of Bleak House. Happy in the knowledge that the ' widowed Ada with htr boy was to; live at the older Bleak House always. ; Happy to learn at last that Jarndyce! and Jarndyce was devoured by its! own costs and that its curse was j laid forevermore. Copyright. l'Jl. by the Post Publish- ! ing Company. (The Boston Post). !

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of the United States department of labor, a plan by winch the government will establish industrial clinics to assist workers.

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I severe cough, is a remedy which is

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The twenty-fifth anniversary of the j really nothing better to be had at any First English Lutheran church, was i price. It goes right to the spot and

Memories of Old Days

I In This Papsr Ten Year Aqa Today

held, with the Reverend E. G. Howard presiding.

Mr. and Mrs. B. F. Albright,' of 211 Randolph street, announced the engagement of their daughter. Miss Mona Albright, to Joseph H. Coffin, of Indianapolis. The Royal Order of Moose formally inaugurated in Richmond when approximately 00 applicants took the obligation. The outlook for the Earlham basketball team, with three letter men, was good, announced Rupet Stanley, manager.

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