The Prescott daily news., 1908-07-18
WAS "GOING SOME"
HOW RALPH PAINE BROKE A
 RUNNING RECORD.
Spurred to Effort by Flight of krag and Mauser Bullets, Correspond ent Hit Ground Only in
 High Places.

In my own experience, beginning with college football, those sporting activities which were seasoned with some danger to life and limb are re- called with the keenest zest As an alleged war correspondent in three campaigns l added shooting and foot racing to the list of sports with whose rules l was fairly familiar, says Ralph Paine in Recreation While the Yale athletic trainers had appraised my physique as better adapted to throw ing the hammer or putting" the lived to overturn these expert judg ments. There is every reason to be- lieve that through the tropic verdure of valley near Guantanamo, Cuba, had the unique distinction of running the 100-yard dash in nine seconds and the quarter mile in close to forty sec | onds, for the farther l went the faster I flew
 A battalion of husky American ma rines had been fighting twice their weight of Spanish infantry two nights and days on end, under a harassing and incessant cross fire which swept the hard-held camp on the hill On either side of this hill lay small, green valleys. the enemy keeping under cover along the opposite slopes. At length there came a lull in the action. correspondent, whom modesty for bids me to name, observed that far up one of these valleys lay the huge boiler of burned sugar estate, and l that said boiler would be a safe fort ress from which to look matters over at much closer range Borrowing a rifle from wounded corporal, he fared hastily toward the sugar boiler amid the profane shouts of a dusty squad of marines:
 Come back, you fool They'll turn loose again directly"
 They did It happened that the pill grim was wearing a wide brimmed | Spanish straw hat taken from a de- ceased soldier of Castile. The Ameri- can marines had no other targets than these straw hats as glimpsed in the | utuSc lSlOWtH. uey lHeTeiOTe opened a brisk fire from their hillside at this solitary straw hat bobbing up the valley The Spanish troops, know ing that none of their men was down there, fired with much enthusiasm at the same bull's-eye. The bullets hummed both ways. They raked the atmosphere from left to right The poor fool whom friend and foe were trying to pot had not the wit to think of discarding the straw hat as he sprinted for the shelter of the sugar boiler. which appeared to have been moved at least eighteen miles away. There are witnesses alive to-day who will swear that when his tracks were followed next morning brown patches were found where his flying feet had scorched the grass.
 Veering to the first person, for am honestly proud of those sprinting rec | ords (and why make pretense of a modesty which is superfluous?) I clove the bullet-sp battered atmosphere with a distinct whistling sound and my heels flew so high with each ter rife stride that they clattered against the back of my head like the shoes of an over-reaching horse. At length reaching the sugar boiler, l dove into it's end with tremendous velocity and lay panting while l listened to the pelting drive of bullets against its sides like rain on a farmhouse roof.
 In this spirited fashion were shat tered, obliterated and showed under au known sprinting records, ancient and modern They were achieved un- der the most fiawless amateur status, moreover, because no financial induce ments could have led me to start from scratch with a flight of Krag and Mau- ser bullets and beat them to the tape. A Winning Speech.
 She was white with indignation. You shall never go down to that