The Syracuse Journal, Volume 16, Number 28, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 November 1923 — Page 6

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By JOHN DICKINSON SHERMAN

PRESIDENT CALVIN ' COOLIDGE cabled to Queen Wilhelmina the I other day through the De- \ purtinent of State his > “most cordial felicitations.” “With full appreciation of the gratification which your countrymen must experience in the commemoration of an event so fruitful of prog-.

rcss and prosperity for your country," the message said, “the American people unite in heartfelt wishes for many years to come your wise and benign reign may continue to redound to the glory of The Netherlands.” The President has the reputation of saying only what he means. He could say this, however, with a clear conscience. For Queen Wilhelmina’s reign has been “wise and benign-” And her loyal subjects this fall have staged an elaborate and long-drawn-out celebration of her silver jubilee in token of their appreciation. Moreover, there are ties between America and The Netherlands other than those of trade. The Dutch settled New York ami guaranteed to the oppressed of Europe civil - and religious liberty on Manhattan Island. It was in Holland that the Pilgrim Fathers found an asylum before coming to Plymouth Rock. The Dutch have sent many a good American to America. The Peace Palace at The Hague (photograph herewith) Is Carnegie’s gift, and America has a lively Interest in the doings therein. It Is in recognition of these ties between America and Holland that various Holland-American organizations sent delegates to offer their congratulations to Queen Wilhelmina. These delegates were received in audience by the queen. They represented, among other organizations the Holland society, the St. Nicholas society, the Society of Holland Dames, the

Japanese Pillows The cedar-wood pillows found in the tomb of old King Tut-Ankh-Amen. in Egypt, exactly resemble the wooden pillows in use today in Japan. It must be difficult to find any sleep-indudnr virtue in these so-called cushions, and mim mint be much determined to sleep to be able to do so under the conditions. The reason for the hard subjrtance of these pillows is explained by the imperative necessity of not dlsar-

TM Fast In a Knot There was a balf-dlstresa look on the face of the recently arrived Sean* dlnavtan aa he slowly discussed the jmw language he had been learning. *Aye tank.” he said, “dis country have fancy language. Wan Aye get here my Bister she say she too flat; she must fast.’ Igo store to buy cap, and the clerk he say the color in dis cap jit ban ‘tut,* A nan tell me to tie my Jhorse ‘fast/ but the man Aye bought him from be say be already ban very homer—Pathfinder.

Netherlands-American Foundation, the New Netherlands Commission -of New York, the Collegiate Dutch Reformed Church of New York and the Huguenot Society of America. With traditional loyalty to the House of Orange the orange pennant waved over every nook and corner of the small and Intensely patriotic realm. Trade was virtually at a standstill for many a day. The celebration begun when Queen Wilhelmina and Princess Juliana arrived in The Hague from their country seat and found a great welcome awaiting them. For weeks presents from the various rulers of the world poured in. together with endless messages of congratulation. Then the queen made a ceremonial entry into Amsterdam, where there were days of festivities; and every city, village and community had its own celebration. Konlnkrijk der Nederlanden—Americans usually say “Holland”—is now a constitutional and hereditary monarchy. The royal family, known as the House of Orange, descends from a German Count Wai ram, who lived in the Eleventh century. The Congress of Vienna erected the kingdom in 1815, with the son of tnb last stadthouder, Willem V, as hereditary sovereign. This dissolved by-the Belgian revolution of 1830 and in 1839 the treaty of London constituted Belgium an Independent kingdom. King Willem I of The Netherlands abdicated in 1840, bequeathing his throne to his son, Willem IL who after a reign of nine years left the throne to Willem HI. This king died in 1890 after a reign of forty-one years. In default of male heirs he was succeeded by his only daughter. Wilhelmina Helena Pauline Maria, with her mother. Princess Emma. aS regent. Holland has features which have appealed to the popular Imagination. Une is the heroic and successful struggle of Its people against the sea—some of the land la seven feet below the North sea. Everybody knows of its windmills, its picturesque costumes, its canals, its cheeses. Its bulbs- ‘ Queen Wilhelmina Is an appealing figure. When she was crowned at Amsterdam twenty-five years ago she made a short speech from the throne. She said: “I make the words of my beloved father my own: The House of Orange can never do enough for

ranging the complicated beaddress of the Japanese women. Only the women of the middle dasa still use these hard pillows, a* they do their hair only i once a month and cannot bear to see it untidy between times. « Joraan Water Full of Salt. In a lecture before the Royal Geographical society, Wilfred Irwin discussed the chemical composition of the River Jordan, which is responsible for the extreme saltiness of the Dead sea. Analysis of samples taken from differ- - a,.,—.

Dramatic Power The first thing that strikes any one who has tried to read Jane Austen's novels aloud Is the dramatic power dismayed tn the conversations. No novelist ever made his or her characters express themselves so simply forcibly in their parts as she does. It would seem that we have lost in her one of our greatest playwrights. The unfolding of character to dialogue has not been better done by any <rf our

The Netherlands.' ” That was the keynote of her address, and It has been the keynote of her reign. A. J. Branouw, to “Holland Under Queeu Wilhelmina," an authoritative work just off the press, says that the queen has stood the test of time, as is evidenced by the regard to which she is held, despite her Incapacity to appreciate tendencies which go to make up present-day life. She has shunned rather than sought popularity, and although she Is the most democratic of queens she seems to lack that captivating ease of manner with which popular royal personages won the hearts of their subjects. The feminist movement met with little sympathy from her, the phenomenal revival during her reign in both music and the stage made little appeal to her. While Wilhelmina is a constitutional queen and every act of hers requires the countersign of her mitty isters, it is a mistake to think of her as merely a living symbol of the naitlon’s unity, a ruler deprived of responsibility of power. She has made a thorough study of governmental affairs and she often displays an insight into departmental matters that is puzzling to public officials. She has too fine a sense of her duties, too great a knowledge of her country's needs and hopes to remain a mere figurehead. Holland, contrary to a general idea, bad a tough time during the World war. But it preserved its neutrality, and today its exchange is at par. America, one believes, is cf the opinion that Holland acted like a good sport in the question of the former kaiser. The arrival of the kaiser on Netherlands territory took the government by surprise. The supreme council addressed a note to The Netherlands government demanding the kaiser’s extradition. Queen Wilhelmina based her refusal upon respect for the laws of the kingdom and the love of that justice which is embodied In national traditions. The two parties chiefl*- concerned probably bad good cause to thank Queen Wilhelmina’s government. The entente powers were barred from the dubious honor of establishing a new international law which would set up the accuser as Judge to his own case and The Netherlands had the satisfaction of seeing Its respect for law and tradition prevail over its aversion to the gues. who abused that feeling for his own safety.

ent parts of the river shows that even near Its source the water is highly impregnated with various salts, chiefly common table salt and chloride of magnesia, says the Detroit News. As the water passes through the Sea of Galilee, there is a slight increase to its salt content, but the calcium sulphate and the silica which It also contains decrease. In the immense evaporating pan of the Dead sea the salt—that is the sodium chloride—ls crystallized. whereas the magnesium chloride remains to solution.

dramatists, and has certainly not been approached by any other novelist No novels make so immediate an appeal when declaimed as hers do. Evm youthful audiences who are popularly supposed to be incapable of appreciating the subtlety of her wit an quickly entranced.—S. P. B. Maia. No Safety. A mouse finds It comparattvMy safe to dart from t closet across the floor, but there win be a mouse trap in the cioeet newt day.

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r 1 : The “Dumb-Bell” Making Good — ■ By MAKT LOUISK CORMIER | ••«••«•>■••■•»■ w«U IS. UM. by McOure Newepeper Syadicate.) Bls real name was Horace B. DanfloM, but to hia asaoclatea in the Century Book store he was known more limply as “the dumb-bell. M From the moment when he first appeared, trailing in the wake of Harris, the store manager, his cognomen was inevitable. "Thia" announced Old Harris In his weighty manner, is “Mr. Horace Dangloss. Mr. Dangloss will have charge of the Egyptian counter.” “Dangloss. my eyes,” whispered Jimmy Spencer to a bevy of grinning salesmen. “That bird isn’t a Dangloss; he’s a dumb-bell!” “The dumb-bell,” a little, slim whlsp of a man, wltb straw-colored hair, pasty cheeks and pale, apathetic blue eyes, bowed awkwardly and sidled behind the counter assigned to him. Jimmy, with a fatuous smile on his sallow face, joined Emily Cook in her corner among the magazines and foreign newspapers. "Say, Emily, have you met the dumbbell yet?” He jerked a derisive thumb at the Century’s new salesman. “Old Harris put him on the Egyptian stuff. Huh! TH bet that bird couldn’t sell —’’ “You never can tell by appearances, Jimmy,” she interrupted, quietly. “He does look rather drab and old-fash-ioned, but—” "Old-fashioned!“ echoed Jimmy. “He’s worse than that—he’s obsolete! No wonder Old Harris gave him the mummy counter.” Just then the salesman in charge of the mummy counter raised his head and met Emily's warm, friendly glance. He smiled gratefully, and the expression reminded Emily of a neglected dog upon whom some unexpected kindness is lavished. Mr. Horace Dangloss was lonely, she decided—just lonely and starved for a little human sympathy. “Introduce me, Jimmy,” she commanded. “What!” gasped Jimmy. “Do you really mean It?” “I certainly do,” Emily declared firmly. A second later she was shaking “the dumb-bell’s” limp hand and looking Into pale, wistful eyes that stared shyly at her through a pair of horn-rlmmed spectacles. “I—er—l’m pleased to meet you,” stammered Horace, flushing and making a series of jerky bows. “I—er — nice weather for April—that is, I mean —’’ “If there’s anything I can do to help you In your work,” she interrupted, tactfully, “you just let me know. Don’t be afraid io ask.” “Er—thank you—thank you very much," -responded “the dumb-bell.” “It’s very kind of you, but—l think — er—l feel certain that Hl get along splendidly In a day or two.” But a day or two and a week or two passed and “the dumb-bell” did not get along splendidly. Jimmy’s estimate of his salesmanship had been correct. His sales were the lowest of any man’s in the store. To the Century staff this was the obvious result of being a dumb-bell. But to Emily It was an enigma. $ "What do you suppose is the matter with Horace?” she inquired of Jimmy one noon, when “the dumb-bell” was out to lunch. “Everyone is reading books on Egypt these days, and yet his sales are constantly falling off.” Jimmy, sartorial to the nth degree, flicked a speck of dust from his trousers before replying. "Well, I’ll tell you, Emily,” he said, patronizingly. “The poor sap is dead and he doesn’t know it. He’s as dead as one of the mummies in the books he tries to sell. See what I mean? No pep—no personality! And look at his clothes! That black get-up of his makes him look like an undertaker in the period of Queen Victoria. I’d like to see the poor dumb-bell's face when old Harris gives him the sack.” “Well, you won’t!” Emily told him, sharply. "Old Harris isn't going to give him the sack—and Horace is going to stick!” Horace stuck surprisingly well during the next few mouths, though his position was always a bit precarious. Then, one Saturday night. Jimmy stopped at Emily’s stand with a triumphant leer on his face. “Well, the dumb-bell’s demise is fixed for next Saturday night,” he announced. “1 just overheard Harris giving a few Instructions to the bookkeeper.” “I don’t believe it,” Emily declared. But she waited, after closing, for Horace to come out of the manager’s office. His face was chalky, his eyes more dispirited than ever. He leaned against a counter and stared dully, at the rain, driving against the show windows. ‘Then Jimmy was right!” exclaimed

ELEMENTS IN BITTER STRUGGLE

Weather In the United State* Is Result of Fight Between Heat and Cold Wavoa. Weather to the United States to the result of a battle between heat waves and cold waves near the North pole, says the .United States weather bureau. The theory to that heat waves flowing northward come to contact with cold waves, meet at what to called the polar frontier, and the weather bureau to establishing radio stations on this frontier to broadcast weather Information to this country. This struggle of the elements to interesting. if true. In spring the heat waves coming from the South are gradually pushing back the cold waves that originated at the pole. By summer the heat has gained the victory and the cold to confined In the icy regions up North. This cold air, however, la compressed to a narrow region and resisting the heat with all- its might. By autumn it to’ gradually breaking

l the girl, staring at him. “Mr. Harris [ gave you notice? The old beast!” • “You mustn’t blame him,” Horace [ defended, quickly. “He was right, 1 • suppose. Tm not a book salesman. !Tm just a —a dumb-belh” He smiled j ruefully. I “You’re not!” denied Emily, IndigI nantly. "Get your hat and coat, Hor • ace. You’re going to walk homo with me. I’ve got something I want to tell you.” Presently they were walking - up Grant avenue in the pouring rain - and insufficiently sheltered by Hor- » ace’s absurd, leaky, green umbrella. > In a frank, concise manner. Emily told him of Jimmy’s criticisms. He 11» > tened despondently. "That's all I am—just a dumb-bell,” > he repeated, when she finished. “What - shall I do? I don’t know. Perhaps • > could write some more sketches for the newspapers.” “Sketches,” she echoed. In surprise. • “What sort of sketches, Horace?” i “Funny ones.” He reached Into a pocket of his baggy coat and brought > out a few shee s of yellow copy paper. , “But I hardly think they would Inter- > est you— ’’ “Let me see them,” she urged. He . handed them to her. She began to i read. Then a little ripple of amuse- ■ meat came from her lips and presently • she began to laugh hysterically. “Oh, I’ve never read anything so funny in my life,” she cried at last, i wiping her eyes. “Why, Horace DanI gloss, the idea of calling yourself a dumb-bell! You’ve got the most priceless thing in the world—a sense of , humor!” Her pretty forehead wrins kled thoughtfully for a second or two. Then she smiled and slipped her hand impulsively under his arm. Tve got an Idea, Horace, a gorgeous idea! You come into the apartment, have some 1 hot tea, and we'll talk it over.” On Monday morning the dumb-bell 1 was an hour late. When he came in, : around 10 o'clock, he was dressed in a brown suit, his hair was brushed Into a pompadour instead of being plastered on his head, his eyes were animated and there was even an i attractive flush on his cheeks. Strangely enough, he did not attract any unusual attention. The store was tilled with and the salesmen . were too busy to notice anything but their work. Jimmy, pausing at Emily’s stand to procure a customer’s magazine, commented upon the sudden influx of patrons. “I never saw such a Monday morning,” he declared, beaming. “Gee! That bin! in the advertising department certainly used the old bean when he wrote Tut-Ankh-Amen Talks on Books.’ I nearly laughed myself sick when I read it in yesterday’s Times. And I wasn’t the only one. Look at that crowd!’’ When the store closed that night, ■ after one of the most sensational sales In its history, old Harris again api pen red with “the dumb-bell” in his wake. “Gentlemen,” he anounced in his weighty manner. “I am sure you will all want to offer your felicitations to 1 Mr. Dangloss, our new advertising manager. Mr. Dangloss is—ahem—the author of the Tut-Ankh-Amen article in Sunday’s Times.” After the first i shock of surprise, the men crowded > around Horace to offer their congrat- ’ .ul at lona. Jimmy, however, did not join the group. He stared at Emily i in a rather dejected manner. , “So that’s why you were sweet on j him,” he observed with a sneer in his j voice. “I suppose it won’t be long before they will be offering you con- . gratulations.” Emily looked at him coolly. Then ( she held up her hand for his inspec- , tion. ■ “Why, you poor dumb-bell,” she ■ chided, scornfully, “If you were the least observant you would have no- . ticed that I was wearing a wedding ring three weeks before Horace came to work in the Century!” I Lengthy Twwxle. t Although the Otlra tunnel in New > Zealand, opened recently, is officially , stated to be the longest In the British i empire,.it is easily beaten in this rei spect by several continental tunnels. » The Simplon, for Instance, through i the Alps, measures 12»4 miles in length, as compared with Otlra’s 5% miles, and is the longest in the world. ( Next comes the St. Gothard, 9H . miles; the Mont Cenls, 8 miles and the Arlberg, 6% miles. The longest in the British Isles is the Severn , tunnel. 4 1-3 miles, which brings Cardiff and South Wales into close ’ communication with Bristol and the South of England. Obeying Orders. Waiter —Here, what are you doing with those teaspoons in your pocket? Customer —Doctor’s oriera. Walter—What do you mean—doctor’s orders? Customer —He told me to take two ' teaspoons after every meal.—London Answers. j I Wow! t The old-fashioned teacher was too - much afraid of joy, and the modern teacher Is too much afraid of work.— I Frank Jones.

through and during the winter it has chased the heat waves back to the equator. This constant battle, and retreat and advance of the two waves of air, explains the different seasons to the United States and Canada. Ozone Seasons Wood. A French scientist, M. Otto, has discovered that all kinds of wood can be seasoned rapidly and efficiently by means of ozone. He has established a factory to Paris, and another in Italy, where various species of wood are being treated by the new process. In two weeks freshly-cut timber to ready for the cabinetmaker, and to as dry as if it had been exposed to the air for years. Nicknaming the Groat Robert Burns was known as “Rantin’. Rovin’ Robin”; Shakespeare as “Gentle Willie”; Doctor Johnson as “Sulky Sam,” and the "Great Cham of Literature."

CAP COULDN'T EVRM WMMTLI Doctor McKinnon was a physician who had the greatest opinion of the good effect of cheerfulness on sick persona. "You must drive away this depression,” he remarked to one particularly discouraged patient “Practice cheerfulness. Sing at your work, you know, and that sort of thing.” “Sing at my work, doctor?” grumbled the patient. “How do you think I can? I’m a glass blower." Forgot the Golden Rule. Poet —I propose to publish my poems under the name of John Smith. Candid Friend—Well. I don't think that’s playing the game. Poet —Why not? Candid Friend —Just think of the thousands of innocent men who will be- suspected 1 An Eye to the Picturesque. “Didn’t you object to that hostile party from Snake. Ridge wearing disguises?" “No,” answered Cactus Joe. “The disguises didn't make ’em any harderto lick an’ ruther Improved their appearance/’—Washington Star. A Line oh Values. “Fifteen cents for a quart of blackberries?” “Yes, mum.” “Seems high." “Did you ever try picking a quart?" “No, I never did.” T advise you to try it.” E|,Uv La/ 1 ”) MATTER OF MONEY Hubby—What did you marry me for? Wifey—Mamma figured It up at the time and said It was about a million and three-quarters. Conferences. The TTorld’s a fleeting show, wo fear, As on our way we Jog; The public pays too much to hear The same old dialogue. They Compromised. Rural Magistrate—l’ll have to fine ye a dollar, Jeff. Jeff—l’U have to borry it of ye. jedge. Magistrate—Great snakes! It was only to get the dollar that I was finin’ ye- Git out! Ye ain’t guilty anyway. Defined. “Dad, what's a monologue?” "A monologue is a conversation between husband and wife.” “I thought that was a dialogue?" “No; a dialogue Is where two persons are speaking.” Enterprise. "Is bootleg liquor expensive around here?” “It is in Crimson Gulch,” replied Cactus Joe. “But I understand up to Snake Ridge there’s an undertaker 'willing to treat all comers go’s to boom business.” —Washington Star. ~ " xE A. a COULDN’T HELP IT Monk—l don’t see anything to laugh at! Hyena—ls you were a laughing hyena you would. Ever Meet Him? Let poet* sing their little song And gaily smite the lyre; Give me the man who whistles while , He's putting on a tire. No Bands. An English weaver went to his pastor and said: “I’ve coom to tell ye I’m getting married.” “You mean you’ve come to give notice for the banns,” said the minister. “Na, that I haven’t,” was the reply. “We’re no havin’ any bands; we’re only havin’ a concertina after tea.” The Supreme Optimist. / He—l know Janie has been engaged to Jim for fifteen years, but why does that make her the greatest optimist in the world? She —Weil, he's forty now and earning S3O a week and she swears she’ll never marry a man unless he’s making $20,000 a year. Nobody's Fault Customer—Oucb 1 This towel is scalding hot. Barber —Sorry, sir! I couldn’t hold it any longer.—Palatka (Fla.) News. Musical Item. T want some records, but I don’t just know what the names of them are.” “Well, madam, we have jazz, Verdi, Mozart—’’ “No, I want something to play that will reduce my weight.” Nothing Serious, We Hope. The- Missionary-—I hope, Mrs. Baldowsky, that you and your husband are living together in harmony. Mrs. Baldowsky—Ach, nein. Ve axe Hflng in de Gbeddo. ■ ■* ..

gaiOMMMWRtMOMBMMKWBg ! “YOUR UNCLE SAM” | By RLABYB T. BWHAIMM J t®. itai, by MaClar* dyad !••*<> ••/CLOUDS banked up over there in the east wIU bring anew," prophesied JUn Calloway to tola wife." “’Bye, Uttle woman; heme late tonight Get to see Freeman.” He stooped to fasten the top buckle of an overshoe, otralghtened htmeelf to hl» full slx-foet-two. and was off, bio foot J screeching on the firm-trodden anew, f Letty returned to the grateful J warmth of the kitchen, oomothlng ©y the atorm doud'a blacknaea reflect©*/ in her heart. She knew the acute humiliation aeeing Freeman meant L&kt year, waiting in the outer office while Jim went in to pay over the Interest so painfully accumulated, she ha<l overheard the snarling rebuke, “Expected something on the principal. ’F a man ain’t able to have somethin’ in a year’s time, somethin's wrong somewheres.” Jim had made no defense, spoken no word of the unexpected and unshared expense of his mother's illness and funeral, but the hurt had lingered in his brown eyes. Returning home they had made a budget and all would have gone well this year but for Babykin's coming. No doubt Freeman would extend the loan, but he would be ungracious, dour. It was his nature. And Jim, splendid and unselfish himself, loathed asking favors. Oh, dear, if she had only been lucky enough to win that word contest ! She had tried so hard. First prize, $5,000! Many other gorgeous prizes! She sighed to remember the weary hours spent combing the dictionary to find words composed of the letters in "Monlto,” the name of a new hosiery. She had been so sure three mouths before when she had mailed her list that not one legitimate word had escaped her —so sure that every time that harassed, “money-worry” look came into Jim's eyes she had had ail she could do to keep her secret. Babykln's good morning coo came to her ears like the factory’s whistle does to others’ —the call to duty. The beds made, the rooms tidied, the fires mended, the children supplied with new entertainment, she seated herself with her sewing in the window that commanded the mall box, as she had done faithfully for a month. What If Mr. McAllister, the letter-carrier, could not make his rounds in the heavy snow? Oh, but he would; he was that conscientious kind, who visualized the United States Post Office department as a noble but inexorable employer, whom he referred to as “your Uncle Samuel." He might be late, but ho would surely come. When he did, ehe would run right down and get the letter. Then she would telephone Jim the glad news, let him guess the amount of her prize, hear him say he’d come directly home after office. She eould forecast the relief” in his voice as he would add: “I won’t have to see Freeman now.” The morning, dragged past When she went to prepare lunch, she stationed the children in the An excited squealing and bsnging on the window-sill told her the vigil was ended. Lowering the gas under the kettle, she hurried into boots, heavy sweater and cap, and floundered down to the mall box. One glance was enough to assure her It was empty, nor could she find trace of a letter in the drifts around. It was all she could do to keep the agony out of her face as she returned the children’s happy signals. With feigned cheerfulness she was serving the plates, when a new and truly terrifying thought assailed her. She had never told Jim she had borrowed $5 from the billfold in which he kept his Interest money. She had taken it to enclose with her list of "Monlto” words to qualify her list for the highest prizes. She rushed upstairs and unlocked the chiffonier drawer. Jim had taken the billfold. She must get word to Jim at all costs. It would never do to have him discover the shortage with old Freeman sneering on. All efforts to get ’phone service failed. For one reckless moment she considered taking the children and going into town. Her nervous abstraction had its effect on the children and the short winter afternoon was hectic in its confusion. Again and again she tried the telephone. In fact, she was giving the receiver one last desperate rattle when she heard Jim greeting the children in the kitchen. Disentangling their arms from around his long legs, he put a letter Into Letty’s hand. “Got a chance to ride up with Phil Bruce. Lucky, too, because no plow was passed and walking’s tough. Met poor Old Man McAllister stumbling along into our street. Apologized all over the place. Doesn’t know how, but failed to deliver a letter here. Os course I gave him hang for coming all the way up here for that. I told him he ought to know that we never got mail too important to wait over one delivery, but he made his usual speech about doing business for- his ‘Uncle Samuel.’ Admirable attitude to take towards one’s work. Why, Letty, mamma —son, get a glass of water for your mother. Not well, dear?” taking her iqto his arms. “Something gone wrong?" “No, very, very RIGHT. Read this.” “Five thonsand dollars!’’ handing It back. “Children, your mother Is a womsr’ >,f h I” Fisheries «f Canada Prosper. Ottawa. Canadian fishermen had better “luck" In 1922 than in 1921.! The various concerns fishing the sea? . and inland waters of the Dominion produced $42,000,000 worth of fish last; year, as against $35,000,000 the year, before. The salmon catch alone was sold for SI3JWO,OOO. Thera may be men who lovs their neighbors as themselves, but so for wq hsvn foiled to mske their acquaint* aaea. J