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Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
By Paul O. Husting

Omitted States senator from wisconsin,
In my Judgment, no valid argument
has ever yet been advanced why IN
come tax records should not be publish
ed or at least open to the public for in
specton.
If certain individuals cvade or es'
cape, in whole or in part, their proper
tax, lust to tnat extent, the amount
so cvaded has to be made good by those
who make full and honest returns of
their property Every taxpayer has n
right to know what every other tax
payer pays.
Men will dodge taxes. I do not
think this due so much to inherent dis
honest as to inefficient administration
of the tax laws.
| believe most men are willing to pay
their taxes if assured that their fel'
low citizens pay theirs.
Because of imperfect, loose and ire
ouentlv disohonest assessment meth
DDS, it is not unusual for men to en-
gage in practice acquieseed in If not
sanctioned by the authorities, to dodge
their taxes.
Often it is considered clever for men
to get the best of their neighbors IN
concealing property. Men boast about
1t and sort of rivalry has sprung up
between them on the point.
They do not stop to think that tAety
are cheating their fellow citizens VINO
do pay their just taxes. They do NOT
stop to think that they are "welchcrs
or spongers' on society. Some OF
these are men who ordinarily would
spurn the idea of sponging on their
fellows or cneatmg their partners.
Some one has estimated taat tins
government loses annually $3OO,oOO,'
600 by income tax lodging. This may
be very high estimate. | do not
know. | do know tha, millions of dol
lars Of properly payable taxes under
the. income tax law are lost to the
United States each year because oil
false returns a corps of inspectors
uncovering these tax evasions have
added millions to the tax receipts.
The ban of secrecy should be remov'
ed and all these records exposed to tae
light Of day. Men will not evade theiI
taxes if they fear detection.
The ioudest protest against pnbheity
naturally comes from those liable t'
pay the heaviest tax. Not daring. t'
attack the income tax principle they
loudly inveigh agains, intrusion intC
their private affairs.
When such income constitutes the
basis upon whiea their Just tax is com
puted then their tax return becomes
public document.
| 10 IL should be shown that the in
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
War Delays AerOplane
Mail Route Starting
In Alaska Country
(By United Press)

Washington, Sept. 23.-Uncle Sam S
acroplane mail route into Alaska, con
tracted for some time ago, cannot start
because tae European war is gobbling
up all the aeroplanes as fast as they re
made.
Second Assistant Postmaster General
Pracger, who is in charge of the new
air route between Seward and Iditarod,
Alaska. is in high hope that the route
will be in operation by spring, he said
today. The air line will take the place
of the old Malamute Trail and instead
of listening for the postman s whistle
as most persons do, the Alaskan folk
will strain their ears for the whirl OF
200 horse power motor high up in
the air.
Earl L. Byers, an Alaskan capitalist
made bid for the aeropane service
contract that was acceptable to the gov
ernment; and he is trying hard to get
the areos.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
Letters to Annie Bodie
Whose Home Is Anywhere

Dear Annie: Jimmie futile, who has
recently returned back to your town,
says he thinks he made quite an impress
sion while in Salem, does he2 Well,
he's right all right. 1t goes against
human nature to concede the glory that
another person claims for himself, but
Jimmie y correct. II may be that he
told you how he made the impression,
Also il may be he did not. He made it
by attempting to walk across Il piece
of new pavement out on the fairgrounds
road.
Folks here expect the fairgrounds
road to be all paved before the state
fair, but if il ism finished it will
be almost finished, as sam Dawson said
he was after he'd sneaked into the
pantry in the dark and hurriedly
taken long drink of finishing
oil instead of whatever it was he had
in mind prior to the accident. Sam
says finishing oil is perfectly harmless,
but yet
IT, the way with good many things
in the world, perfectly harmless, hut
yet
silence is powerful eloquent thing.
1t = easy for some people TOO You may
have noticed that the person VINO con,
fines himself entirely ana strietiy ana
rigidly to the truth is silent good deal
of the time. II he wasn't his business
would fall off and his standing in So
ciety wouldn't be deuce high.
You re going to miss the band CON
certs. Friday night was the last one for
the lVlo season, ana the weather pu'
reau or tne Sontherh faelIie rm'roau OF
whoever IT Is mat arrangeS suen tn'ngS
"a ms country iiSeu up rear @ inI.u'
tion July nlght WIN n perieety scrump,
tuous sunset ana an the trimmings Tor
the OCCASION ANA the iousie was SW'u'
MS shakespeare saFs
Music goes consiuerapiy more INTO the
human breast when 'he weather Is warm arm,
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
FOOD FOR SKEPTICS
By JOHN BARTON OXFORD

He descended to the cabin, opened
the stateroom-door and drew out the
sack. With much vocal effort, the
unwilling tenant had weltnigh ex.
hausted itself, but as the bag was
lifted it summoned sufficient spirit to
send up last wall that would have
killed the last spark of pity in the
captains heart. had such a spark ex-
listed.
AS 1t was, he stolidly carried the
bag to the deck, and looked about for
a convenient piece of scrap-iron to
serve as sinking g-weight.
He was intent ON his task of Sc.
curely lashing piece OF spare chai I
to the neck of the bag when Joe Blair
with u basket of dirty dishes ol his
arm, came up from the cabin. He
spied the captain seated on the bits
forward and made his way thither.
What you goin' to do with that
cap'n?" he demanded.
Captain Beale went on with his
work without so much as looking up
''I'm goin' to heave this bag over
said he.
$50? What yer got in the bag?"
The contents of the bag answered
for itself. There came from its depth
wall of misery that would have
melted the heart of an idol. Joe
Blair started perceptibly He sci
down the basket of dishes and looked
accusingly at his superior.
"It's a cat" he said.
Captain Beale bristled. Hard lines
nh l,fa
mouth.
well, what of that?" said he.
"What you goin' to do with that
cat?" the cook questioned in tone
that BODIED trouble.
DO with it," the captain snapped
What do you s'pose. Dyer think
was goin' to use 1t for figger-headi
Pm goin' to do jest what | told yer
was-heaye it overheard"
Joe Blair's brow darkened. He
pushed back his soied cap and
scratched his head in doubtful fashion
It was plain he wanted to speak his
mind, and yet felt some hesitancy in
doing so. He shifted from foot to
foot, and looked helplessly at the
basket of dishes at his feet.
Say" he ventured at length, "say
amt exactly what you'd call a su
perstitious man, which amt sayin'
neither. that 1 amt got my peculiari
ties. But l was on vessel once
the old Starlight, bound for Mara
caibo, it was-and they had a cal
aboard that took sick, and they hove
it overheard; and after that"
"Yes, yes, know" the captain in
terrupted irrltably. you've told me
all about that once or twice before
There amt nothin' like that goin' tC
happen this time. This amt the
ships cat. It's one fetched aboard
. rarpoce to drowned"
It cent make no difference" the
:; maintained doggedly. "It's bHf
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
Plan 10 Revive New Orleans
Racing On Big Scale

New Orleans, La. Sept. 2s.-work
began today on the old race track at
the state fair grounds for the Business
Mems Racing association meet, TO be.
gin December l6 aud continue until the
middle of February.
The question of reviving racing here
has split the community into warning
factions for long time. Leading citi'
zens, including church dignitaries, have
taken hand in the battle.
DR.. MacDiarmaid, president of the
racing association, said today that there
win be no interruption Of the races in
spite of the many protests. Judge
Joseph II. Murray win again preside as
the judge.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23

He took one cautious step forward,
and then another. Engrossed in the
feast before it, the cat paid not the
least attention to the stealthy ap-
proach. 1t was only when the captain
was close beside it, that it conde.
scended to turn its attention from the
cream, and then 1t was too late; for
the captain, with an agility surprising
in man Of his years, suddenly leaped
forward and caught the black body by
the nape OF the neck.
Vainly did the cat give vent to Its
outraged feelings; yainly did it strug-
gle to effectively use its teeth and
claws. In trlce the captain had
thrust 1t into the gunnysack, the neck
of which he tied with a piece OF stout
twlne.
Painting, but triumphant, he laid the
wrlggling bundle, from which came
the sounds OF lost soul In the deep
est woe, upon the ground. He turned
to cast hurried and guilty glance at
the windows OF the house next door,
half expecting to find there numerous
protesting witnesses to his perhdy;
but the windows OF the house next
door remained dlscreetly curtained.
Thanking his lucky stars for this de-
lieverance of his enemy into his
hands, Captain Beale picked up the
sack, bore it into the house, and went
upstairs to array himself somewhat
more fully.
1t was only too obvious that man,
bearing bundle OF such liyellness as
the sack bade fair to be, could never
hope to go through the village streets
in broad daylight without attracting
unpleasant attention to himself.
Therefore, as soon a3 the captain had
completed hurried toilet, he came
into the kitchen, took up the sack,
and while yet the town was wrapped
in slumber. made his way to the
waterfront, where his schooner lit
Ito craft CT some hundred tons, lay at
the dock, her cargo Of potatoes aboard,
ell ready to e2il -h N c.-..."-. tiC9.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
s. A BUFFALO INSTITUTION
:, Known All Over the United States.

DR.. Richard C.. Cabot, who is head
of the Massachusetts, General Hospi
tai, has been writing for the American
Magazine, April and May, on the sub
ject of -eBetter Doctoring for Less
Money"
He says that "a new era has come
in the practice of medicine, but most
people do not know it yet. We have
begun to emerge from that stage of
medical work in which the doctor was
peddler selling goods from house
to house, into the more advanced and
sensible era in which the doctor stays
at his place of business, like anyone
else who has goods to sell, and the
people who want these goods come
to him. The shop where he has his
goods to sell is generally called a
hospital and he has associated with
him there a body of men and women
similar to work people, foremen and
managers of any industrial plant or
dry goods store, He has there some
beginnings of satisfactory division of
labor and specialization of function.
Therefore, he can give the public a
much better article for less money.
"The article / refer to is sound
medical advice and treatment"
This is just what DIR. Pierce has been
doing at the Invalids' Hotel in Buffalo,
New York. DIR. V. Nj. Pierce has asso.
ciated with him DR.. Lee H. Smith, who
is vice president and head surgical
director and operator, and there are
dozen other physicians and special
lists, as we'll as four chemists, and the
poor and the very rich get the best
medical attention. AS DIR. Cabot has
properly said, "When you go to a
doctors office you may complain OF
nothing more abstruse than head
ache or a stomache-ache, yet for the
solution of the problem represented by
your suffering there may be needed ar
X-ray examination, chemical tests such
as very few experts are capable of max
ing. the consultation of experts il
diseases of the eye, the ear and tn,
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23

! lust as the FIRST gray streaks in
aD the sky to the east were herald
ing the approach OF day, the
weird. nerve.racking walls, which had
sounded intermittently since midnight
from the branches of Q maple close
to the bedroom windows, began again.
Scarcely had the first melancholy
note shattered the frosty stiffness
when the back door was opened cauti-
orsly. and down the steps came Cap
tain Solomon Beale, the collar OF his
hastily donned oyercoat turned up
about his neck and his bare feet
thrust into pair OF well.worn carpet
shippers.
aIn one hand he bore a stout gunny-
sack; in the other was a saucer Of
cream. which he balanced gingerly as
he tiptoed to the foot OF the maple.
High up in the branches above his
head, furry ebon ball. crouched on
one Of tho spreading limbs, showed
him the position OF the enemy.
! The captains lips set in grim de-
termination. He held out the saucer
Df cream in erticing fashion, the
while he strove 10 work something
like Establishment Into a voice OF uD-
usual gruaness.
Come. kitty, comet" he coaxed, but
the black ball above him, possessed,
seemingly. OF some inkling as to the
true inwardness of the captains sud
den hospitality. refused to venture
from its retreat. A pair of green
eyes stared down at him, as IL already
they more than half suspected the
treachery no was planning.
4 Captain Beale put down the saucer
at the foot OF the tree and moved
away a few PAGES. There was light
movement of the branches, the sound
OF cutspread claws upon the bark,
ond down the trunk came the cat,
shifted suspiclously the contents of
the saucer, and then began to lick the
cream with a relish that was most
apparent
eTha rrim cgpr, ,75lcn urca Clpi7in
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23

morning the captain was not without
certain breathless anxiety as he hur-
ried along the silent, deserted streets,
the gunny-sack over his shoulder and
the cat within it sending out soulful
protests every step of the way.
Indeed. it was only when he gained
the dock, scrambled aboard the Lu-
c!nda, and tossed his burden uncer-
enormously into the spare stateroom
of the little cabin, that he found
courage to draw long breath.
There, drat ye!" he apOstrophized
the sack, "squall your inards cut now
for all / care or for all the good it
will do ye! I'll learn ye to come
sneakin' round that maple by my bed
room every night try to stay ashore,
keepin' me awake with your Internal
yowlln'. Go on; keep it up now; don't
mind mel Have your fun while you
can. l cal'late you've pretty nigh
yowled your last yowl, and spit your
last spit. | sum, I'd heaye you over
board now, il 1t want for the tide
takin' you ashore and them Rider
folks next door gettin' suspicious that
| drowned ye. I'll jest keep ye trussed
up in the bag till we git outside, and
then over you go like the wuthless
carcass you are. ] guess likely next
time | stay ashore here in my own
house I'll git little more peace, so
fur as you are concerned, anyway"
He slammed the door of the spare
stateroom, crossed the cabin, and
threw himself into his own berth to
snatch what sleep he might before
it was time to start for Rockville with
the cargo.
He was awakened somewhat later
by the sound of heavy footsteps on
the deck over his head He arose
and went up the companionway to
find his two foremast hands, and Joe
Blair, his cook, but just come aboard.
"All right. boys" he greeted them
cordially. Glad you got here bright
and early. May as well git under way
right off. Tides settin' jest right for
us now. Git breakfast goin', Joe.
Look alive there, for'ard Cast off
them lines"
In few moments the Lucinda was
drifting with the tide away from the
dock, and presently, with all sail set,
she went careening across the bay
toward the open sea.
1t was after he had eaten one of
Joe Blair's excellent breakfasts that
Captain Beale's mind returned to the
spare stateroom and the sack therein.
He arose from the table, and, thrust
ing his head out of the companionway,
mentally noted the schooners posi-
tion. Far away the shore was but a
hazy blue line; while just over the
port bow lcomed the gray shaft of
the lighthouse on Flat Island. The
captain chuckled.
"Hhis is G3 good as any place" he
III himc2lf. "The tido'll never wash
80 fr-m here
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23

weather that Joe Blair ascribed to the
cats presence. When they discovered
the old leak, that had caused them
more or less trouble the last trip, had
stopped, it was the cat-according to
Joe. Nothing but the cat saved one
of the foremast hands from serious
injury when he fell from aloft, and,
by something in the nature of a mira
Gle, landed unhurt upon his feet on
the deck. Again it was the cat that
steered them into school of pollock,
and brought the cook the luck Of land
ing some hundred and fifty pounds of
them as he trolled a line astern.
Day by day the cats benign :nfu-
ence grew apace; and day by day
Captain Beale waxed more wroth and
disguised.
Say, after the luck we've had this
trip, l dunno as / should want to go
to sea again in this schooner, if the
cat want along" the cook confided,
and the remark set Captain Beale to
thinking and planning.
Plainly the cat was becoming all
too popular She bade fair to be a
permanent fixture unless something
was done to shadow her with dis
repute. Somehow or other suspicion
must be brought to rest on her. Cap
tain Beale meditatcd long and deeply.
81 don't want to lose such a cook,
and I'll be eternally cussed if I'll have
a cat aboard" he ruminated. II
guess likely the oest way out of 1t is
to have something nuNcky happen
while she's aboard. Something un-
lucky, that's the ticket" he repeated
with chuckle, plan already be-
ginning to unfold itself to his mind.
Long that evening Captain Beale sat
before the little table in the cabin,
figuring laboriously
She's got to go on the ways before
long and have some new plank in
her bottom, anyway" he unused, the
while smile of satisfaction wreathed
his homely face. He consulted an al
manac at his elbow. Nov, if she
was to hit Shovel Rip Ledge to.mor.
rer, say about six in the evenin', the
wust she'd do would be to hang there
till high tide, long about nine, and,
maybe, pound out a plank or two.
She might jest as wcil go on the ways
this trip as any. That's the ticket
let her pound out couple of plank
while she's hangin' on the ledge
jest enough to git her leakin' so'st
all hands, includin the cook, will have
to work the pumps for dear life the
rest of the way to Rockville, and then
let's see what becomes of that cussed
cats reputation. I'll bet they'll heave
her over themselves"
To aid the captain in his plan, the
next afternoon a gray mist began to
rise from the sea. Steadily it thick.
ened, until by five o'clock it was an
impenetrable pail. In the bow the
fog-horn in the hands OF tho lookout
doomed and bar-i-i f2c in oir~"''-
a:.inn cct. u, ..
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23

it began, aud yet war breaks out in
Turner, Oregon, about as frequently as
it boraks out in the Balkans, not to
mention the Oregon state prison and the
Oregon board OF control and the South
ern Pacific ear shortage and the Sill
verton revival meetings.
There would have been a war in
North Salem too if Tommy Virgins
hudn I blown one of his little lungs into
his new eornet He plays with one lung
now and it is barely audible, and by
the time he grows another lung he will
have become sufficiently proficient to
carry joy to the neighborhood bosom
instead of the sentiment he has been
carrying to them.
There IS no sense anyway in perfect
" untutored tooter footing "God Save
the Queen" in German neighborhood.
OF course his folks said it was the
."Star Spangled Banner" but that
didn't make it so.
Hop picking is still in progress, The
hop growers are hopping higher than
the market, Some yards aren t being
picked at all because lice and mold got
started first, and some aren't being
picked because an epidemic of hook
worm or something broke out among
the pickers, and few are going ahead
about as they always do.
a newspaper reporter asked n prOmin-
cnt hop grower yesterday how things
were likely to come out after all, and
the p. h. &. said "God knows" This
looks as if the hop growers are playing
the game on the same principal as the
European armies, but they had never
been suspected of it before.
A letter has been received here from a
certain woman who got plumb disgusted
with Oregon and went back to her form
or home in the east about six months
ago. She says in the letter that there is
only one thing she'd like TO see from
Oregon. Otherwise she is perfectly con
tented. That one thing is u draft just
big enough TO cover railroad TICKET to
Portland aud the most reasonable kind
of expenses, She is willing to walk ur
from Portland.
Now what do you think of that'
GOGGLES.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
DRINK HOT WAITER
lF YOU DESIRE A
ROSY COMPLEXlON
Says we can't help but look
better and feel better
after an inside bath,


To look one s best and feel one = best
is to enjoy an inside bath each morn
ing to flusn from the system the pre-
vious days waste, sour fermentations,
and poisonous toxins before 1t is alb
sorbed into the blood, just as coal,
when it burns, leaves behind a Ger
tain amount of incombustiblc material
in the form OF ashes, so the food and
drink taken each day leave in the ali.
mentary organs certain amount OF
indigestible material, which If not
elimated, form toxins and poisons
which are then sucked into the blood
through the very ducts watch are IN
tended to suck in only nourishment
TO sustain the body.
If you nt'to see the glow OF
healthy bloom in your cheeks, to see
your skin get clearer and clearer, you
are told to drink every morning upon
arising, glass oil not wafer win u
teaspoonfnl of limestone phosphate IN
1t, which rs harmless means OF WASH WASH,
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-09-23
DEATH NOT TO BE FEARED

Death, 1 know not what room you are
abiding in,
But l will 60 on my way,
Rejoicing day by day,
Nor will l flee or stay
For fear tread in the path you may
be hiding in.
Death. I know,not if my small bark be
nearing you,
But if you are at sea,
Still shall my sails float free,
What is to be will be;
Nor will l mar the happy voyage by
fearing you.
Death, l know not what hour or spot
YOU wait for me,
My days untroubled flow;
Just trusting as go;
For ah know, l know,
Death 5 hut life that holds some glad
new faith for me.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.