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Tombstone epitaph., 1915-04-04

He realized he should he mixing dough, for the men in the trenches would be hungry. They must be fed so they could fight again.
 But even as he turned back to take up his work there came a shout. Men were running about among the wagons. horses were being harnessed; already some of the vehicles were moving away.
 For a moment Stephen stared be- wildered; then, after a glance toward the west. he. too. broke into run.
 Stephens driver was backing the traces when he arrived. and started the team with shout and a swing Of his whip as his comrade leaped to the seat of the big oven. The crest of a hill to the west was swarming with gray-clad figures. The English were fleeing before them. The line had been broken by a force which had charged up the steep banks along the Marne.
 Whether the Germans could hold the position under the fire of the Eng fish batteries and could cut of the force entrenched on the little plateau
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Watched the oneomins Devastation.

preceded by few hours the rising of the sun. It looked down upon a scorched and smoldering territory. To the north, to the south, to the east and west it stretched, but in the cen ter stood Bibis home, the small matched cottage, surrounded by It's field of grain. trampled. perhaps, lit. tie under the feet of its jealous de fenders-fallen here and there-but sheltering everywhere clusters of bios sons blue as heaven itself, Bibi's blu. cts, the "Kaiserblumen" beloved by the man of war.
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tell at first whether it was the feet of men or horses that he heard. He stood up, tottering . little. but still clutching in his hands his bluets.
 Then he saw. rushing town upon him. horses. more horses than in all his life he had ever seen and. mounted on them. men. different from any men that he had ever beheld. Did he ook for the tricolor? Did he know that only under the tricolor might friends be found? High above his yellow head he held the bluets.
 Perhaps 1t was only fate. perhaps t was the God to whom the gras, s,dmere's prayers were rising. but tho man who saw the baby hands and the blue coru. flowers was the man of war. A sud den word and there was a sudden halt of all the pounding hoofs. Bending down from his horse. the man of war took the blossoms. and on his lips was a word the childish ears had never heard spoken in a tongue he could not underestimate: "Kaiserblumen!"
 -Honneur, Patrie. Gloire." The va liant words rested curiously upon the baby lips. but in an instant the intel. lect before which the entire world was trembling understood. Horor-Glory- Fatherland-thes same in every heart for which every man must lay down his life, whatever helpless atom he might leave behind him.
 There were orders quick and clear and then the pounding hoofs passed on. but around the fields of Mere Craquette was a double cordon com. posed of the flower of the army. the emperors personal staff. It was theirs to obey, whether 1t might be phalanx of fellow creatures that was to be moved down, whether it might be a confiagration lighted by their own torches that was to be stayed.
 The August moon was well past the full, only a little crescent of gold that
Tombstone epitaph., 1915-04-04
Squirrel Wisdom,

The squirrel knows better than to depend on luck from day to day to bring him his food in the season when that food is to be found only in stor- age, says the Cleveland Plain Dealer. The squirrel has a lesson to teach his proud but shorter-sighted brother of the human race. All the fall the bushy- tailed fellow. what time he could spare from eluding the guns of hunters licensed by law. gathered nuts from tree and ground and put them away safely for the winter use. He knew, somehow. that a long season was at hand when nuts could not be found. when it would be impossible to roam at large in search of proyender.
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being scared. to analyze his emotions. The men up on the plateau must have cartridges or they must surrender and the loss of that mill spelled dis aster.
 The pace of the heavy draft horses was slow-cruelly slow-and the need of haste was vital They had not gone hundred yards before bullets from the German infantry were whining past. and stephen stood up to lash the numbering animals.
 Now they were only a quarter of a mile from the English trenches, but the bullets were flying thick, and shrapnel was dotting the slope with fieecy. white balls,
 Now they were at the bullet-swept summit, with only hundred yards to go,
 Could they pass through the storm of lead unscathed?
 Stephen yelled encouragement to the laboring horses. swung his whip in an effort 10 urge them to greater speed. The man beside him suddenly slumped in his seat. and quietly slid on to the ground.
 Stephen felt a shock and his left shoulder went numb: his cap was dashed from his head: something warm was running down his wrists and making the reins slippery.
 One of the horses lurehed in its stride. but he dashed it on to a quiver. ing. last effort. Only a hundred feet to go-now. them
 One Sorse went down; the other was thrown to one side. The twist overturned the wagon, spilling cases of cartridges on the ground
 There was a sensation of flying through space, and blackness swal- lowed Stephen,
 He awoke to find himself lying on the trampled grass near the trenches, swathed in bandages, very stiff and helpless and weak. The sound of the guns had receded. English guns were of Won Kluck's army, which was al ready beginning its retreat to the ! north.
 Some one leaned over him-a gray. haired man who wore the straps of a colonel.
 50 this is the chap who drove half a mile through hell to bring the car, tridges,' a voice said Well. if he hadn't it's hard telling what would have happened today. Holding this hill is all that saved us" Several days later in a field hos pital Stephen, with the petulence of a sorely wounded man. interviewed the brisk. capable young physician who was dressing his wounds.
 You think they'll take me in one of the active regiments when get out of here?" he asked. They put me in the commissary where a chap has no chance to get into the fighting. It's | tough"
 The surgeon nodded approval and | understanding. He knew what it was | to remain behind the guns dressing wounds, when he would have pre- | ferred to be making them.
 Yes" he said. it is tough to be tied down where you can't grab a gun and wade in. As for your being able
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to get transferred to the infantry. I'm rather sure they'd be glad to get a hundred thousand like you"
 You think so?" Stephen spoke eagerly. I'm going to make applica- ton as soon as I can. I sure would like to get into just one battle"
 A slow grin overspread the doctors face. and he ran his eyes over Stephen as though taking an inventory.
 That's too bad" he said dryly; and you're not likely to be able to have a chance soon. You've a hole through your right thigh. bullet in your left shoulder, a superficial fur TOW of the scalp. the calf of your right leg was drilled twice. and you have three minor flesh wounds.
 You've been mentioned in dis patches for that ammunition stunt of yours, and the chance are you'll land l a nice decoration that many a stan officer would give his left leg for. Yes, it's tough you never had a chance to get into a battle.'
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tSopshsht, The Frank A. Munsey Co)
 Stephen Barrow paused in his work Of mixing dough to listen to the dis tant pulsing of the battle The rasp- ing rifle yol.eys sounded from a point nearer at hand and he knew that there had been changes in the posi- lions of the batteries. too.
 Yes. the troops were retreating again. From the hill he could see cav airy already crossing the Marne.
 We'll. that had been the regular thing since the English expeditionary force had bumped into the German le- zion at Mons. far to the north in Bel gium- Stephen could hardly recall how many days had passed since this steady retirement had begun It seemed to him that it had been going on for months-years.
 He had been disappointed in the campaign from the very outset-from the day he had accepted the kings shilling to fight for the union jack. Neither events nor his part in them had come up to his expectations. In the first place be had been transferred to the comm!ssary department to mix dough and bake bread instead of fight ing, and then he had seen the army hurled back toward Paris in the initial battle-and since then the English had been retreating to new positions as a matter of daily routine.
 But bitter as the constant retire ment was to the men in the battle lines, it was doubly so to Stephen. Occasionally they had an opportunity of turning on their pursuers. but he was everiastingly mixing dough with out a chance of feeling the kick of a rife against his shoulder.
 Now they were retreating again.
 Infantry in small detachmeRts was crossing the bridge over the Marne. and the tops of the hills beyond were dotted with white puffs of smoke which marked bursting shrapnel. A regiment moved past toward posi- tion on the river bank, and stephen studied 1t casually.
 Somehow the bearing of the men cheered him. They were grimmer. leaner, dirtier than when they landed in France. but they were still full of fight and confidence.
 Every man seemed waiting impa- tiently for the day when he should turn his face north and help even the score with the Germans.
 And the time for the stand was near at hand, they beIieved, and Stephen did too The imperiled left wing rest ed against the forts of Paris: the river provided a strong line of defense. and to retreat farther meant severing com munications with the capital. Yes. without doubt, the allies were about 70 stop and fight
 But the thought deepened Stephens gloom.
 He was a tall man of twenty-eight. with a jaw that jutted forward at a pugnacious angle, and he yearned for
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an opportunity to take hand when he big battle started. He knew how slender his chances were Of ever reaching the firing line. but a thor ough appreciation of the situation .sidn't make it easier to bear-didnt soothe his resentment against the fate ssst kept him mixing dough while others cid the real work of war.
 If only had a chance. he snought. 'T wouldn't mind walioping kettIes the rest of my life, if I could fake just one crack at them. Tomor- TOW ar next day the boys will be hay ing it out with Kaiser Bill-snd I'll he wrestling with camp oven
 For a moment he was silent as ne ~atcbed the infantry deployins along fbe river; then he nodded his head. .yee.- he said. they're going to stop and fsht and right here"
 Ills belief ga5 soon justi'ied oy the ..,sxtfies os sappers and engineers The infantry vas put to work dig -snr themselves in" along the south s.rt of the river. Battery after hat .~w vhee,ed into position on the hills; sh. sixusI corps wss running wire s,oas the r.es for field telephones;
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Horse Care.

Don't whip the horse if he Is afraid. Talk gently to him. Don't forget his salt. Don't put rough. dirty bit in his mouth, nor a frosty one. Don't hitch him in the cold. unprotected by blankets, and hitch him so the wind will not be in his face. Notice how horses in a lot always turn tail to a cold wind. Give him enough to eat of a good, wholesome food, and all the good water he wants.
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was yet to be decided: but, meantime, the vicinity was no place for com missary train.
 At the foot of the ridge a road ran it at the top speed of their numbering horses, camp kettles sloshing and splashing, iron ovens changing as they jumped over the stones.
 A cloud of dust appeared in front. and the wagons turned aside into a shallow ditch while battery whirled by. gun after gun; the rattling cais- sons, and after them cavalry. all in desperate hurry to save the infantry from rout.
 At the same time the air seemed suddenly full of shrieking things that burst with thunder-claps and scattered death, The Germans had brought guns across the Marne, and they had the range.
 When the battery and cavalry had passed, the commissary wagons turned back into the road and raced on in an effort to get beyond the zone of fire; but disaster quickly overlook them. A shell struck a heavy van. the vehicle following it toppled over into ditch in an effort to drive past the wreck. and the road was blocked, while German field-pieces continued to rake the train from end to end
 Every shell added to the confusion. The road quickly became a litter of smashed wagons and dead horses. Drivers were cutting loose the ami mals and riding away. It was obvious ly impossible to extricate the train. and stephen was about to follow the example of his fleeing comrades when around a turn came a black ammuni- tion wagon, its driver flashing his | horses.
 Plump into the piled-up mass Of | wreckage it drove,
 Stephen reached the scene as the driver. who had been hurled from his seat. staggered to his feet, and from his blasphemous comments he learned | the reasons for the others haste. The infantry on the plateau was running short of ammunition. There had been a bungle some. where. and the word had been wig wagged that unless ammunition ar rived soon the troops would be help less.
 It was then that Stephen qualified | as a man in an emergency. The am | munition wagon was overturned, one | of it's horses was down with a broken leg: but nearby stood big wheeled trough. in which dough for the camr bakery was mixed. Its horses had not been touched as yet by the rair of shells
 Promptly Stephen took command oi the situation.
 No officer was near. and the mer followed him as promptly as they al ways will natural leader whether hs wears shoulder-straps or not. Willing hands ripped a passage through { hedge which surrounded an adjoining field, while others hastily transferred boxes of cartridges from the ammuni tion wagon to the camp baker! trough.
 When the gap was open Stepher took the reins, the driver of the am intuition wagon swung up beside him. and they drove through the hedge. Shells were bursting around them. Any moment one might hit tho wagon!
 There was more than half a mile 9 open country, swept by bullets. to b' crossed. It was his first experienc, under ire; but he did not hesitate. There was DO time even to think O
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The Dairy Business.

It Is said that those who don't like dairying should go out of 1t, or not engage in it. Experience has taught us that men seldom make money from any commodity that they do not like to handle. This is as true of hogs as of COWS. There is money fin both if you are organized to handle them and give the matter plenty of intelligent care.
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Saving eeloian eeets.

Many of the Belgian beet sugar fac tories are operating, notwithstanding the war. The manufacturers. 1t is an- nounced. state that they have no ex- pectation of making any profits. but they are doing a great work in that they are saving $6.000.0o0 worth of beets and are providing employment end livelihood for their haeds.
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Eggs to Discard. Eggs weighing less than two ounces each should not be incubated.
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1915-02-22
WHAT "M0VIES" HAVE DONE,
Stimulated Growth of Suburbs and
Dead Urban Sections.

Dead Urban Sections.
Five years of the drama in films have
given a most impressive example of
the valuable support the development
of the movies" has given to real es-
tate: Every afternoon and evening ap-
proximately 1OO,OOO,OOO feet of moving
picture films are unreeled for the en-
tertainment Of many millions of people
who fill seats i'll more than $4,000 the
aters in the United States alone. In
all probability the capital invested in
such enterprises would aggregate close
to $5OO,OOO,OOO
For New York and other large cities,
where the moving picture industry is
deeply rooted, these enterprises have
done the service of converting many
vacant lots, former dumping grounds.
into income payers and in not a few
instances helped to restore the life of
many moribund theaters, now com
bined vaudeville and picture play
houses, that make easy for their own.
ers the payment of taxes and interest
Oh the realty they occupy.
One of the features of the moving
picture theaters, owing to their mex
pensive admissions, is that they will
thrive in districts which could not sup
port a legitimate theater. Therefore
because of this many properties in the
suburbs and in the outskirts of cities
have been utilized which but for the
picture theaters would doubtless be
untenanted.
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1915-02-22
+ X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X \
X REGION SPEAKS X
OF COUNTY DIVISION


X X x kk<< Xxx X <k<k * =
The Baudette Region says: &c. R.
Middleton returned last week from
st. Paul, where among other matters
he took up the question of the divi-
sion of Beltrami county. An effort
will be made to get bill through,
enabling Beltrami to divide, but
there will be considerable difficulty
to contend with, owing to the fact
that the st. Louis county seat fight
is on, and those interested in it are
endeavoring to get a bill through
whereby counties of less than fifty
thousand population will be unable
to secure division. In spite of this
drawback, however, an effort will be
made to get the Beltrami bill
through.
Apart from this feature, though,
it appears highly improbable that a
vote of the people will be taken in
this county for at least two years.
The residents of the Benville dis
trict, which is in the Thief River
Falls country, are opposed to it, for
the reason that they wish some time
to have separate county over there.
Without them it would not be pos
sible to come under the two million
valuation, even. Under all circum-
stances it is apparent that county
division is at least two years away"
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1915-02-22
mistake inYsending Thin there. s
Baudette Region.

A distinguished and level-headed
man who knew what he was saying,
once said: Advertising is to bust
ness what steam is to machinery"
That he was right, every shrewd and
successful business man knows, for
it is through advertising he wins
success. But in almost every town
there are merchants who seem to pre-
fer no steam at ALL And the funny
thing about it is that they don't
seem to- see why their competitors
who advertise freely and attractively
get the customers and make money
while they drag on far in the rear.
Two Harbors Journal. ..-.,,
There is new push and incentive in
the cry of "back to the land:' that is
now so frequently shouted in the mar
ket places. The value of farm pro-
perty in the United States for 1914
was $9,S72,935,000. This was $685.
100000 in excess of all past records,
notwithstanding the falling off of
$300,0OO,000 in the value of the cot
ton crop because of the European
war. After all, the farmer is the
backbone and stay of the country
He is our most independent citizen
Now that he is getting fair prices
for his corn and cattle, even though
there is temporary drop in cotton,
his prosperity runs neck and neck
with his deserving. There is fresh
declaration of independence set forth
in the black to the land'' movement.
-Brainerd Tribune.
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1915-02-22
It's Vigor Renewed.

MinnesOta's State Editorial asso-
citation is again coming into it's own
after period of little activity. This
was demonstrated at the annual con-
vention of the association which has
Just been closed at St. Paul. The
meeting was largely attended and a
great success. The association will
celebrate it's golden anniversary in
Minneapolis next year.
On the eve of the semi-centennial,
the organization that bands the
country editors" Of the North Star
state together is renewing it's youth
and attaining strength not dream
ed of few years ago.
: Up to about eight years ago, the
association existed mainly for social
purposes, and for the annual sum-
mer excursions. Anti-pass laws kill
ed the excursions, but about that
time the association began to wake
up to the possibilities Of business
methods for the country printing Of
flee. The annual meeting came to
take on a more and more practical
character, and due to this the asso-
citation gained strength.
The pioneer of the "cost SYSTEM
movement in Minnesota, ]. G. Nor
rison, of the Morris Tribune, was
honored by election as president of
the association and will preside at
the Minneapolis meeting next year.
Other officers chosen are: First vice
president, H. M. Wheelock, Fergus
Falls; second vice president, Farley
A. Dare, Walker; third vice president,
A. O. Moreaux, Luverne; secretary,
Herman Roe, Mortified; treasurer,
H. c. Hotaling, Mapleton. The ex-
ecutive committee is made up of
Frank ]. Meyst, Minneapolis; N. H.
Ingersoll, Brainerd, and E. K. Whit
ing, Owatonna
Due to the hustling of the retiring
president, H. c. Hotaling, and the
secretary, Herman Roe, and to the
recognized value of the associations
work, it's membership has jumped in
one year from $50 to about $50.
There were 62 new members voted in
at this years convention, and many
old members were reinstated during
the year.
Resolutions reported by H. M.
Wheelock, chairman of the commit
tee, and adopted, condemn the policy
OF the federal government in print
ing return envelopes below cost, to
the detriment of the printing indus
try, indorse equal suffrage, favor bills
for the official publication of per-
sonal tax lists and proceedings of
school boards in Independent dis
tricts, commend the school of journal
ism at the University of Minnesota,
and extend the usual thanks to the
officers and to the city of St. Paul
and those who helped entertain the
visiting editors.
In nominating ~. Cost-System
Morrison" for president, Alvah East
man of st. Cloud eulogized him as the
pioneer in work of great practical
benefit to every editor. J.. P. Landy
suggested that someone ought to be
designated as FIRST lady, of the as
ISOLATION. President Morrison, like
Governor w. S. Hammond, is bach
elor. II ~
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1915-02-22
WAR ON THE Bill LBoA RD.

American Civic Association Says Pub
lie Sentiment Demands Restriction. 3
From its very institution the Ameri-
can Civic association has devoted itself
to the protection Of the public against
three great nuisances smoke, poles
and wires and billboards. At the re-
cent annual convention of the associa-
ton in Washington one Of the simp0r-
tant subjects discussed was billbOards,
with#a principal address entitled ''The
Passing of the Signboard," by Jesse
Lee Bennett Of Baltimore, in which
he recounted the steps that had been
taken for the legal control of the bill
board in all parts of theaUnited States.
s Concerning the sentiment against the
billboard Mr.. Bennett said: 1.-The feel
ing against the signboard has become
nation wide, and in the past few years
the agitation of civic organizations has
been so successful as to awaken re
sentiment against it so widespread that
from coast to coast and in almost every
state and city there are now, or have
been, vigorous movements seeking the
abolition or regulation Of these unnec-
essary- and disfguring objects.
'"There has been much agitation, and
from it there has been distilled one
thing-the recognition Of the fact that
what is called the signboard problem
is question more complex than the
mere removal Of the signs. The sign
board has been found to be inextrica-
bly, intertwined with two questions Of
even greater importance-the awaken
ing Of civic sentiment and the recogni-
ton by legislators and judges of the
validity of arguments based upon aes-
thetic considerations"
Commenting on what ought to be the
attitude of the law and the courts to-
ward the billboard, he added:
1T would take our psychologists but
a few minutes to show that it is not a
question of ear or nose or eye, but a
question of the brain and of the very
consciousness that is life itself. No
law should permit any man to intrude
or force himself or his business into
another mans consciousness to the ex-
tent that outdoor advertising has come
to permit, an intrusion UNNECESSARILY
increased by the fact that it is impos-
stble to avoid seeing signboards.'