davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

are in the service. Few have seen more than twenty summers, but all are husky youngsters and ready to shed their last drop of blood for the flag they are. sailing under.
 Right in the thick of the fray ts William J. Fortin, who has been in the navy for three years. He is on the battleship Arkansas which is with Admiral Badger at Vera Cruz and IS itching to avenge the marines and sailors who lost their lives in the first days fighting.
 Forth is we'll known in this city. He was formerly employed in the printing department at P. & F. Cor bins. He is also popular with the
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24
WEW BRITAIN BOYS w v. g. NAVY

Anxiously awaiting the word On to MeXico,' number of New Brit ain young men are aboard Uncle Sans ships of war, ready to fight at the drop of hat. The message that four of their compatriots had been killed in the first days fighting and that others have been called upon to sacrifice their lives since then has aroused them to a high pitch of en- thusiasm and all are straining at the leash.
 New Britain is we'll represented in the United States navy and the city might we'll be proud of it's boys who
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

made today The president, in talking over the situation with callers, said that for the present no general cam paign outside of Vera Cruz was planned, and that no further campaign would be begun, unless Huerta de- clared war, or sought reprisal for the seizure of the city. The presi- dent told Representative Fitzgerald that no further war funds were need ed as yet and that none would be asked for unless a general war was precipitated by Huerta.
 Meantime reports from Admiral
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24
No Passports for
 O'Shaughnessy

Nelson O'Shaughnessy appeared to be ignorant of his status as he had received instructions to see Huerta after the occupation of Vera Cruz had occurred and thus would be con- tinuing relations. Up to o'clock on Wednesday evening the charge d'af- faires had not received his passports, but he was then preparing to leave.
 About three miles from Vera Cruz section of track nearly mile long was found torn up. At this point
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

the refugees walked, carrying their baggage to train on the Vera Cruz end of the break, which the British, cooperating with the Americans, had sent out to meet the train from Mexico City. A detachment of Brit ish marines, unarmed, acted as es- cort to the refugees on this last stage of their journey to Vera Cruz.
 The refugee train took twenty hours to make the journey from Mex ico City to Vera Cruz. There were many delays but no mishaps.
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24
Villa Sends Regards

Washington, April 24.-"Just had an interview with Villa. He wishes to salute you affectionately and say you need have no anxiety.''
 This message was delivered today to General Hugh Scott, assistant chief of stan of the army, from Dr.. Carlos F. Husk of Ell Paso. General Scott has known Villa for some time, the two having faced each other across the Rio Grande for many weeks at Ell Paso and Juarez.
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

fable reply was that all whose inno- cence could be established would be released in a short time. Captain Huse, the chief of staff of Rear Ad- miral Fletcher, addressed one group in Spanish. telling them that the snip ing from the housetops must cease and that all Mexicans within the American lines must respect American authority.
 The total number of prisoners was something near 300, but many have been released
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

pates getting into the battle with pleasure and hopes the Tonopah will receive orders soon to go to the front. He is only twenty-two years old.
 Other New Britain men in the ser vice of Uncle Sam are Ford M. Kal- ish, formerly of Company I, who is pn the Constellation at Newport, James Ashmore, formerly of Company
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

local detachment of the, First regi- ment c. N. G., having been a sergeant in Company I. Forth has a brother,
 Arthur Forth, at 309 Maple street.
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24
News of the War
 Affects Diplomats

Washington, April 24.-Diplomatic officials here today denied reports that Thomas P. Hohler, charge of the British embassy at Mexico City, had been sent to confer with Admiral Fletcher at Vera Cruz with a view to opening diplomatic negotiations for a solution of the Mexican difficulty.
 It was stated on high authority here that MT. Hohler had been sent to Vera Cruz to look after the inter- ests of British subjects leaving Mex ico City. Reports were denied that Sir Cecil spring-Rice, the British am- bassador here, has ordered MT. Hohler to Vera Cruz with view to possible negotiations for diplomatic interven- tion. It was stated that no diplo- matfc intervention on the part of Great Britain had been suggested, nor was it contemplated. Secretary of State Bryan also declared that no such intervention had been discussed.
 Sir Lionel Garden, it was learned here today, has arrived in Mexico City and will take charge of the British embassy there until July 1, when he will proceed to his new post at Rio ,Janeiro. 4
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

Paris, April 24.-Sir Edward Grey, the British foreign secretary, on sev- eral occasions during his visit to Paris with King George and Queen Mary in the course of private conversations said he believed the United States was undertaking a work in Mexico of which thoughtful opinion in Europe approved.
 Nothing has been disclosed of the conversation between Premier Doum- ergue and Sir Edward Grey upon the international situation.
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24
STARS AND STRIPES TRAMPLED UNDER FOOT;
 MEXICANS SHOUT "DEATH FOR THE AMERICAl
From Sine
 CmymgM Foreigners

 npsV Mnte AmyB Passed by TSmae
New Britain herald., 1914-04-24

scontinued on Eighth Pass,
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

Bowser laid down her book and said:
I'D wish you'd stop at some furniture
store in the morning and see II you can't
get a man for an hour OF two. l want the
things moved out Of the spare bedroom
and the carpet taken up"
That's a fair specimen of your eco
nomcal way OF doing things" answered
Mr.. Bowser. There's about ten minutes
work to be done. and yet you'd pay a
man SO or 81 instead OF asking me-
You ought to get a man for a dolIaI,
and the last time you took down a oeu-
stead you-''
THE idea OF paying out enough money
to buy two tons of coal for ten minutes
work." he interrupted. when l sit .lown
and think over your reckless extrava-
gance / wonder that we have a dollar in
the bank. What is it to take down a bed
stead. to yank a bureau out into the hall,
to rip up a carpet? I'll have the room
empty in five minutes"
But 1 thought I'd have the bureau
brought downstairs"
Well, that may take two minutes
longer"
And you know the bedstead is bis
and solid. and once. when you started
to take IL down, you"
Il know nothing about 1t. I don't
propose to pay out my hard-earned
money for somebody to come up here
and loaf around. 1t is now exactly Z
o'clock. In five minutes the room will
be empty. and one minute later I'll be
back here again"
I'll pay a man out Of my own pin
money" protested Mrs. Bowser.
You'll pay nothing" he replied, as
he started upstairs. followed by the
family cat.
No preparations had been made for
removal Mr.. Bowser entered the bed
room to find the bed undisturbed. but
with one wide sweep of his arm he
gathered up blankets, sheets, and pill
lows and carried them down the hall.
Then he returned and gave the mat
tress twist and whirl, which
Topped it off the bed and out of the
door, and the spring came next. Mr..
Bowser was working on ragtime. No
man can pick up a set of bed springs
to the time of Aud Lang Syne.''
The cat saw the impending calamity
and leaped TO the top of the bureau.
AS Mr.. Bowser heaved up the springs
and gave them a bounce. he lost his
balance and went down with a crash,
and. having nowhere else to go. the
springs followed him. He was fighting
them OF with hands and feet when
Mrs. Bowser looked in at the door and
exclaimed:
Thank heaven that the life has not
been crushed out of you!'
Crushed be hanged" he yelled as he
got rid Of the psrings and stood UP. IF
you imagine I'm the sort Of a man to
be crushed under a blamed old set of
bed springs you don't know mel"
Il knew you'd have trouble, and that
was the reason I wanted you-"
There's no trouble about it. The
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

Sure it's me yer after. eh?" she rather
anxiously queried.
"Ye bet.' was the hearty reply
wall, then. boys, it's the Wilder
Shepardson's bizness to make one o We
| happy, but don't We rush her. She's
goin' 20 set right yere and pick the man
with the best record. il II takes a month
and she gifts left in the end. Spit out
yer records, some o. ye.'
Every one who had a record. and every
one who hadn't. began talking at once.
but after a moment Broncho Bill drew
his guns. demanded silence. and said:
Now. We critters keep shet and let
her h'ar us one at a time. Jest hold
on till I tell the dear wilder that I'm
one O. the fittinist fighters in the EN-
try. orter be in the legislashure II l
had my rights. and what's more to the
pint, licked her departed one in a far
fout two weeks afore he died. II we
want a man with record. wilder. I
reckon minell fetch ye.'
Its purity far. Bill" she replied. but
Jest let me ask ye what amount O. cash
ye kin call yer OWN
CASH he exclaimed in great sur
prise What difference kin that make
to a wilder with five thousand cash Of
her own?
"But-but / haint got no five thousand
cash, Bill"
"W-h-a-t.' shouted the boys as they
stopped elbowing each other and fell
back in amazement.
"Ye hain't wuth 5000
'Sho, in course not; but less talk about
this nlarryin bizness. Now, I'm pufeck-
, ~ willin' to
But Broncho Bill stampeded the crowd
49, lire fnr he II
though the Widow Shepardson gave pur-
suit they were soon lost to view in a
cloud of dust And as Cantankerous
Charley remarked half an hour later.
as the hreathless crowd lined up for
some ''pizen" at the bar of the cactus
saloon:
The Wilder Shepardson are still a
wilder and bound to be fur all I kin
do In the casa"
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

served. / naturally looked for him to Or
der the drinks. Perhaps 1 was wrong,
sub. but that's what 1 looked for. No
drinks were ordered. I dallied with my
glass and looked at the decanters behind
the bar, but the captain was unmoved-
perfectly unmoved, sub. With a nerve
never saw excelled on any battlefield
Of the iate wan he motioned me to \
chair, took q seat himself, and then went
On to say:
Col Bunker, yo' must permit me to
observe that had yo'r plans been carried
put at Gettysburg we should have won
the day. That is a matter of record,
sub. and has gone down to history for
all time to come"
TN my modest. unassuming way, I
declined the honah thrust upon me, but
he was insistent. The Captain had been
reading up on what seven different his
tories say OF my wah record, and it was
no use for me to beg off. The CONVERSE
ton lasted about an hour, and at brief
intervals ] rose up and looked at the
decanters and remarked on the long spell
of drought 1t was all in vain, however.
Capt. Slicer had the appearance of a
gentleman, but the appearance only. 1t
was not my place under the rules of eti-
ouette to ask him to drink, and the
situation was an embarrassing one. We
finally rose up to close the interview, and
yo' can imagine my establishment when
he stepped TO the bar and asked for
glass of whisky and drank it off with a
wish for my continued good health.
think 1 left him abruptly-very abruptly,
suh-and after thinking the matter over
l sent for Majah Davis and told him the
whole circumstance and asked his ad-
vice. Without an instant's hesitation
the Majah said:
''Yo' must challenge him, Colonel-yo'
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10
BOWSER'S ECONOMY
And Mrs. Bowser Again Tries to Commit Murder

hope you will now let the rest Of 1t go
and send up man. You see, you don't
know how"
''Oh. l don't. Ell? But ri snow you that
1 do. III clear this furniture out IL I
break both legs and drive my head
through the wall!'
Mrs. Bowser went back to her seat on
the stairs, and after lifting her eyes in
appeal the cat got as far down the hall
as she could. II was Mr.. Bowser's plan
TO lull TT, headboard into a feeling OF
security By giving it a brief rest while
he tackled the bureau. To get the
bureau out he must move 1t over the
headboard. He had no statistics at
hand to consult. but he had great con-
fdence in his lifting powers. Mrs Bowser
heard him suddenly rush upon that
bureau and haul IL away from the wall.
Then she heard him gasping and grunt-
ing as he lifted at the corners. She fol-
lowed him with her ears as he walked
around behind II and put his shoulder
to the wheel and got a brace for his
feet. There was a louder grunt. a NUT
tered:
Git up there. durn YOU" and then the
house was shaken again. Mr.. Bowser
had heaved up. and the bureau had
hcaved down. and the loss of his toe
hold at a critical moment had given the
bureau the victory. He lay there under
1t, and he seemed to be dead. The cook
was summoned through the speaking
tube. and by their united exertions the
two women lifted the bureau and rolled
the unconscious form OF Mr.. Bowser
aside. 1t wasn't a case of death. He had
simply been squeezed as fat as a pam
cake and had his bones twisted about
Mrs. Bowser had scarcely taken his head
In her lap and moistened his nose with
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

I We mad ambled along under the bes,
government on earth for three or -four
miles when 1 saw a critter of a horse
croppin' the grass by the roadside, and
| a critter of a man sittin' under the shade
of wild plum tree. His elbows was or
his knees, his face in his hands, and
he was weepin.' Haltin' my outfit and
| takin' my bottled grasshopper in hand, ]
descended from the wagon and said:
Into each life a little rain must fall.
| In other words, no man kin hope to ns-
| cape the sorrers of earth. In some more
words, thar is a time fur weepin' and
time fur rejoicing. Why this weep.
| ingness?''
I'm alone in the world" says he.
But truth lives by yourself" says l.
And the world is full of guile" says
he. II hive been thrown down and given
the grand bounce till / am weary of life
and would go hence and become an angel.
What We got in the bother"
"A grasshopper." says l.
What's that fur"
81 use him to illustrate the frailties of
human life and pint a moral now and
| then. His board and lodgings cost him
nought, and he is beyond harm from the
world, and yet behold he is not content
So it is with humanity. When We have
got a good thing we don't appreciate
| it"
You pear to be a mishunary with a
misshun?" says the stranger as he squint-
ed up both eyes to look at the tear
han in to the end of his nose.
II wouldst make the world happier and
better" says I. "Lemme wipe away your
, tears and sorrow and call your attenshun
to the ia that he who hath hope In his
heart hath a weapon to conquer adver-
sity."
It's too late" says he, as he falls to
weepin' agin- Thar was a time when
had hope and ambishun in my busom,
but men have given me the razzle-dazzle
and the fiimp-fiam till my soul hungers
to fly away and be at rest. Even If you
hadn't COT y too late you are not the crit
ter to console NE. An old reprobate who
win deliberately ketch a young and in
nersent grasshopper and bottle him UP
can't play the nishu-kry over me! I'm in
= hurry to 80 hence. but I believe III
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

burned cat tripped me up. I'm big
enough and old enough to boss this job.
and you get right back down stairs and
attend to your knitting"
There are two ways Of taking down =
mahogany bedstead weighing a ton or
two. Mr.. Bowser's way was peculiarly
lis own. His first move was to grab
the footboard and wrench and twist and
draw the whole bed across the room ana
push II back again. Then he stood on
and kicked at the rails until the heels
flew Off his slippers. 1t was sudden
inspiration which caused him to lift
up the ends of the rails. and to his
great surprise they were loOsened fron,
the mead and footboards The foottoard
he managed to move down the hall with
out accident, but when he came to the
headboard. which had been brought over
In the Mayfiower to ballast the ship. he
realized that a desperate struggle was
at hand. So did the cat. and in her
wisdom she retreated to the hall to await
events.
why in thunder my great-grandfather
didn't use this lumber to build up a
horse barn Is more'n / can make out. -
growled Mr. Bowser as he surveyed the
massive structure and waited for his sec
ond wind.
1t had to be moved. however. and
there was no time to call up the Coast
Wrecking Company or figure on the
hydraulic power. Mrs. Bowser crept up
and sat on the stairs and shivered. and
the cat walked to and fro IN the hall
and had nervous tremors, while Mr.. Bow
ser moIstened his hands and looked fur
lively about for a point of vantage. Sud-
denly he jumped forward and made an
attack. His object was to take the bed
stead by surprise and run 1t down the
hall before 1t could make a move in de-
tense. He succeeded to a degree-that
is. he got the cumbersome mass clear
OF the wall and on the move for the door.
and Mrs. Bowser was beginning to
breathe easier and the cat feeling more
hopeful when there was a yell Of terror
and a crash which shook things clear
down to the cellar bottom. The head
board had bucked. Mr.. Bovser thought
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

81 had just finished imbihing cock
tail in the hotel barroom," said Col
Bunker when asked about the affair with
Capt Slicer; ..just finished and wiped
of my chin, when was approached by
a stranger. He had the carriage OF
military man. sub. and he looked like
a gentleman, sub, and I liked the sound
of his voice as he extended his hand and
said:
Il bag yo'r pardon. sub. but am not
In the presence of Col. Bunker. late OF
the tn regiment?'
'Yo' are. subj" was the reply.
THE Col Bunker who charged at An
tietam, was wounded at Bull Run and
saved the day at South Mountain
The same"
Then, suh." says the gentleman as ne
gripped my hand with great heartiness,
permit me to introduce myself as Capt.
SIicer, late of the general staff. / had
rather shake hands with yo, sub. than
with any king on earth have read and
heard of you, and 1 did not want to die
befo meetin' yo'-
That's what he said, suh." continued
the colonel. and il he was laying 1t on
too thick it was not my fault. Although
had just finished a cocktail. as 1 OBJ
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10
Only Half.W DOL

1 was coming down on the Fall River
boat when We ran into a gale, and as the
sea got up there was more or less fright
among the passengers. The one most
affected was a Boston clothier. and as
beside me and said:
DO you pellet dere vhas any DANGER.
Plenty Of it," / replied.
IF der steamer shall go down der
captain Will launch some boats. won't
he?"
Very likely
"Und it Will be found dot deere vhas
too many peoples for der boats. eh!'
That's generally the case
But whoever gets AWAY in der first
boat vhas sure to be saved" he con-
tinued
That's the way I've been figuring out
to myself"
"Und vhas you acquainted nit der
captain"
Yes, slightly
dot vhas good. My frendt. like you
to save me ind my reputation. und I
see dot you vhas rewarded. / vhas some
tailors in Boston. l make a coat for
Alderman Grady a few days ago und
warrant him a good fit. He brings IL
back today ind says it fits him like old
coffee sacks. l must alter dot coat or
my reputation vhas gone dead. II I
don't live / can't alter it. Derefore. you
shall go to der captain und tell him dot
L go off in der first boat, ind dot IL I
live und clear my reputation make him
a pair Of pantaloons for nottings."
started up as il to go. when he de-
tanned me with a motion of his hand
and added:
But dose pantaloons vhas only half
wool. Remember dot. und MAYBE ders
yhas no buckle behindr'
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

Champ Clark has a voice on him.
II is something between a roar and a
shout.
A stranger always takes 1t that the
Speaker is mad about something and
wants to knock somebody's block on
Mr.. Clark also has a custom of splitting
on his right hand as he shouts. and for
a year after they, had been introduced
Senator Depew always stepped back a
pace from him when they met
Until he was twenty-one years old Mr..
Clark was his fathers hired man, and
drove a yoke OF oxen most of the time.
That's the explanation of his voice and
gestures. He had a voice as soft as a
lutte until those darned oxen spoiled IT.
He never spat on his hands as IL he
was going to swing for the Jaw.
Every man in America who has ever
held the CAD over a yoke Of oxen knows
how 1t is. and will be ready to excuse
the Senator for any seeming breach of
etiquette.
To get a pull out OF the critters you
have got to yell at them until you break
up a camp-meeting a mile away.
Then you have got to cuss in a way
to set every baby in the township a
crying.
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

country. and bekase it was really s
favor to him. There was no undue
levity. There couldn't have been more
dignity and solennity If they'd beer
thlnkin 1t over fur a month was
with him to The last. l didn't seek to
encourage him in the belief that he was
goin' to have high old time in the land
beyond the sun, but I sorter creased the
way FUR his goin' ard kept hin. braced
up. When he ives with US no more l
mounted my wagon and drove on, and as
/ josSed I felt to exclaim:
Man cometh up like a flower and is
cut down. Man dieth and wasteth away,
and behold where Is he?'
Also:
He that hath been razzle-dazzled will
be fiap-doodled no more"
And lastly:
He won't have to put up no barbed
wire fence to keep the hogs outer his
later patch. Peace be with him.
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10

of realizing that he orter be perfectly
content to be hung. and led him away
and said:
He that is alone in the world and nath
been thrown down and given the razzie-
dazzle will find no guile beyond the
grave"
And also:
He that is without hope or ambishun
is already dead. and little hangin' can't
hurt him any,"
And further:
He who is hung today will not be
struck by lightning tomorrow. Today 1
am here to speak consolin' words to you
in your last moments. Tomorrow I shall
be far away and you may be hung with
out a blessin'."
There's suthin' in that" he says, after
thinkin" it over I'm purity certain to
be hung befor the week is out anyway,
and mebbe I hadn't orter kick about
three or four days. What ye got in yer
wagon?'
I'm takin' Of tin-types."
81 never had mine took in all my life,
nut I want it now. and I want it fur
nuthin'"
But you are goin' to be hung. you
know"
IN never be hung IL 1 don't git that
tin-type. / want to be holdin' 1t in my
hands and lookIn' at it when I 90. When
I'm planted l want the pictur' to go
into the grave with me-"
1t was my duty to soothe his last min
ute In every way l could. and l posed
him and took his pictur'. 1t was a work
of art SO fur as my part of 1t went
but after he had looked at 1t fur awhile
he fell to weepin' and cussin' by turns
and exclaimed:
''Durn my hide. but if am as homely
as this 1 orter bin dead thirty years
ago, Am / as bad as this makeo out?''
Even wuss,' says i.
Then 60 ahead with the hansin' and
leave the pictur' on the grass here to
skeer wolves 20 DEATH
Aud then they hung him. They hung
him bekase 1t was the custom OF the
The Washington herald., 1914-05-10
Still a "Widder"

When somebody started a rumor one
day at Injun Creek that Widow Shap-
ardson had just fallen heir to $4,000,
there was a cyclonic rush of suitors
for her cabin that carried everything
before II, and the widow, who Sat on
her doorsteps smoking a corncob pipe,
nearly tainted from surprise when the
excited crowd piled into the yard and
shouted as one man:
.'Widder. will We 'narry me"'
"Shoo"' she family calculated when
she could get her breath and realized
what was wanted of her. It's token
this crowd a powerful long time to ask
me that aueshun. and l hope yer in air
nest?'
II arr everybody exclaimed. bowling
and Sinking.