Arizona republican., 1912-01-24
Discipline
Copyright, 1910, by the Pearson
 Publishing Co.)
By D. E. DERMOOY.

| was once a cub reporter in New York. Having in mind the newspaper man of tradition. l herded with the hybrid bunch who sip absinthe to keep awake nights. and foregather in cafes after the paper goes 10 press instead of going to bed. The answer?S am now a Hunger" lettering through the thin airs of the Western foothills, ful- filling the law of the love of life.
 In a police court, one morning Of my cubhood, l heard magistrate Of medieval mentality give a pugilistical- ly inclined boy of the East Side the alternative of six months on Black l wells Island or four years in the Uni ted States Navy The culprit, true barbarian of the brick jungle, had l steel-blue, unafraid eyes. and trick I of keeping his geometrical jaw lifted, that caused me to like him. When the sentence was pronounced, his square chin dropped with a cluck and came up again with click.
 I'm to git off the cart, eh?' he queried plaintively. Say, judge, I'm a hummer, I'm hummer; I'm rum ! dunn mummer-
 Shut up." The justices bewhiskered face. pushed far forward over the fiat | desk in front of him, was distorted into a stone-age ugliness. Officer, take him away"
 A blue-clad monster extended ten tacle and caught Patrick Kehoe by the | coat collar, but the potential pugilist had a hand on the court railing, and remained stationary.
 Judge. I'll j'ine," he announced scOwlingly. I'm pug and cant help | i- If I'm to be tanked for fightin' I'll | be in stew most all the time. That navy is a first-class fightin' outfit, and mebby can git my face punched there when the gnawin' comes on
 Then see that you do, Kehoe." ad- monished the notified magistrate. "Itll probably make man of you; you need discipline. You may go."
 More than eight years later I was tramping through valley below the Coast Range. In the heat of noon l stopped al a ranch house. After din ner the rancher and 1 sat out on the porch Rancher and latter-day clih- Oweller we interested each other. He had leased the ranch. depending on his wife and father-in-law to teach him how to run it. When he told me that he had spent eight years in the Navy. 1 looked at him with a new interest. He had a mannerism of holding his head high; his chin was heavy and square, and he had steel-blue eyes of steadfast regard. Reminiscently l re
 lated the police court incident. glanc-
 ng al him furtiyely at the finish. 10 discover him doing the same by me, and our two pairs of eyes twinkled simultaneously.
 See here. Kehoe." I broke out bold ly I'm a poor one-iUnger who las to write stdff for his bread and Western ozone I smell loaves and sunshine. Tell me about It."
 Sure" ke assented. I'll have to give you my end of it before turn 10, and Jennie here can sew on the trim mings afterwards"
 He referred 10 his wife, a typical young Venus of the valleys, who had come out on the porch and stood, with in arm about a vire-clad boX-post istening 10 us. And from the piece neal talk of these two l gleaned what iollCws.
 
 istrate sentenced him to the service of ais country, Kehoe crossed over the old bridge 10 Brooklyn and after sun dry stiTrup cups with cronies on Sands 1 Street. passed through the Navy Yard | gate and was shut out by it forever from the only world he thus far knew |
 Say, mate. what's discipline?" he | nuuired of the master-at-arms who | fv.- -fr.sr fn lashed hammoCEs and slowed ditty. ! Joxes and clothing bags.
 "Discipline?" unused the seasoned l mariner Discipline. I should say, | was bein' trained to do what you're | told. or what you already know you | ought to do. without askin' questions | or stoppin' to think how. It's doin' i the right thing at the right time, nat | ural-like-gattin' right out of sleep and | ioin' it. I've hnowed man ragin' with | fever in the sickbay 10 slip out of bed | when general quarters was sounded | and be at his gun-station in pajamas | before anybody got wise to his bug. | Discipline's making clockwork out of | yourself, and if there's a little brains | goes with it, you'll be a C.PO.P.D.Q. | Savvy?'
 Patrick was meditatively inspecting | Turks head on a rope. 'Uh-huh," he commented.
 Assigned to a vessel of the Atlantic | fleet, Kehoe consistently dissipated his | wages in strange, hot, palm-girdled | lands; and on dazzling torrid seas that | sloped upward. over and down to the | edge of things, built up a reputation | as a bruiser, and was acknowledged as | the fleet champion with his fists. He | was no fool. however The craft of the l sea came readily to him, and within 1 two years he was sufficiently the sea- man to be rated as such and assigned ! to draft of men going overland to the | Pacific coast 10 man a training ship, | in which every member of the ships | company must be an instructor in sea | manship.
 About the time that KehoH was sent | West, one James Colmer, a fifteen year-old ne'er-Go-well, whose parents l abode. happily but for him. in sub urb of Seattle, Washington, came out | of a reform school. and after a strenu- l ous home-life of three days. ran away. 1 Driven back by hunger, Jimmie thrashed a neighbor boy for 'snitch- ing slapped hIs sister Jennie's face for upbraiding him. kissed his mother.