The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1904-10-07


aid Kann. Paris Figaro: r.. v. de Lau-
susrie. Parts Petit Journal: L. Bar
sini. Milan (Italy) Corraere della Sc
ra and myself.
An ODD CavAlcAde.
We were a funny looking party on
the march UP. scattered along the
road as we were. Melton Prior. the
shortest man in the party, was
mounted on a rangy white horse full
seventeen hands high. while Grant
Wallace, who boasts six feet six rode
a little donkey and was compelled
his feet being scraped on. Wallace
calls his donkey Kuropatkin, be-
cause of his constant desire to go
backwards. Davis rode a large Au-
stralian horse which gave out at the
end of the first days march and for
which a beautiful dovecolored dom
key was substituted. Fox was noun
ted on vicious Japanese pony.
which bore the poetic name of"FujP
but that was not the name that Fox
usually addresses him by. Sidney
Smithe, on a white mule, looked for
all the world like a second edition Of
Sancho Panza and Fred Whiting
rode a little Korean pony, hardly
larger than a dog, which usually
had more than its share of the road
owing to it's habit of biting every
thing in reach of one end and kick
ing everything near the other.
Lynch started on a bicycle but
gave it up after an unsuccessful at
tempt to mend a puncture in a tire
with a handful Of postage stamps.
And as the correspondents came to
Manchuria, welcomed by much hearty
laughter by the natives who had GER
tainly not seen such a cavalcade
before 1t was a long march and in
some respects a hard one. No such
roads were ever seen before, and at
least eighteen men who came over
them trust never to see any half SO
bad again. But the Japanese army
officerswere very kind and curteous
to us and did everything in their
power to make us comfortable.
Done "savvy" Cleanliness.
The first thing the natives
could not understand was our desire
for cleanlieness. The court yard was
rich with the accumulated dirt of
ages. Why we insisted on driving
out the pigs that wallowed in the
filth and why we should be SO foolish
as to offer to pay a Chinaman rs
cents, gold a day to do nothing but
sweep up dirt, was utterly beyond
their comprehension, except on the
theory that we were insane. But
such insanity Is very much to
Chinaman's taste and they have
been allingover themselves to Sc
cure employment.
And so we pass our days in this
dirty old Chinese house-which
house, by the way, is without doubt
cleaner today than 1t ever was be-
fore or than it's owner ever expect
ed it to be. We write a little, read
little-Dickens, Conan Doyle
Charles Lever and others-and we
argue a great deal. Every subject
that was ever argued has been ar
gued by us-literature, art, THE
drama, good dinners and a thous-
and more, every subject imaginable
save one the war. That is
tabooed Our days are, all alike
our nights are all the same, the
first continual effort to find some
thing to do, the other q continuous
fight against more kinds of insects
than I ever knew existed.
The. Welcome 0ramaphons.
The other night the gramaphone
arrived. 1t is the property Of the
canteen contractor and is evidently
for the purpose of making us forget
almost UNBEATABLE food for which we
pay him an enormous sum. Now
our nightly program has been a bit
varied, for every evening we insist
on hearing the gramaphones entire
repertoire. Within a few miles of