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The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06

trenches, a man rises from the ground
where he has been crouchlng. 1t is
the captain.
Two shrill whistles at thirty seconds
interval, and the men shout, arising
from the trenches, for the whistles
bean:
"Fix bayonets. Charge
The little black Zouave at my elbow
Is like a mailman and in his efforts to
crawl out and over the breastwork
rolls back into the ditch.
Behind US the shouts Of the others
are ~deafening. / become unconscious
of the Germans In front, dragged In a
tornado from which escape seems i'm
possible.
"a Thousand Humming Bride"
Buzz. -" Buzz, A
thousand humming birds seem to fill
the air and rush by my ears.
No one is hit, but the rush forward
is started.
Now 1 see greenish uniforms, so
close that l note some Of the faces are
bearded. A thunder of shouts behind
and beside me, a trample of running
feet, and l am caught In the rush.
Bayonets down, mouths wide open.
faces inhuman, eyes staring. yelling
like madmen. a thousand devils sing
ing from some inferno fall upon the
German lines. Men tumble, cries Of
pain rise shrill above the shouts. arms
like piston rods ram bayonets into
yielding flesh.
For five minutes-a century it seem
ed-not a shot is fired. Then from the
tangled mass of men a few CRAVING
forms spring out and run from us.
More follow. Then the whole wave
breaks suddenly. and the backward
rush of the Germans begins in earnest.
Their cries of fear and pain mingle
with the shouts of the zouaves, and
the guns crack c more. \ hundred
yards from me men are running. fall
ing. scrambling away from the pursu-
ing French.
l gather my senses and find myself
| standing beside two men rolling on the
ground. a zouave and a German. The
Frenchman's hands encircIe the 9TH
er's throat. and between curses lie re-
peats a question 10 the Bavarian. I'M
able to answer.
l have a revolver the lieutenant had
hastily handed me in my hand. Ii is
empty. but | can't remember aiming
or pulling the trigger.
A long drawn whistle and the last
shots are fired. The zouaves, painting,
laughing. shouting unintelligibiy. one
crying Historically. assemble around
their officers. each company by itself.
A few linger TO fire a farewell shot at
the retreating enemy. The corporals
count their squads. crying u their
numbers. while over the field the CON-
pany's doctors bend from time to time
over a wounded fighter, friend or en-
envy.
Back in the trench the lieutenant
calls out SOUP. and the men cheer.
for to them soup-and 1t Is hot soup to-
days more important than Bayarians
That was easy" says the officer.
turning 10 me. Two dead and only
eight wounded in my company. After
eating we'll go out and count Williams
men"
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06
Land of the World.

The area OF the earth is 100, 10000
square miles, OF which only about 3D.
100000 are land. The average attitude
Of all the land above sen level is 2.4ll
feet: hence II all the land above sea
level 25.OOO,O00 cubic miles = was
spread uniformly w the globe 1t
would form a shell CUO feet thick.
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06

"To Ypres? Well, it's only two miles
away, but you'll never get there. and
If you keep on you will run right into
the Germans. They haven't got the
town, but on this side they've got
| trenches within half a mile Of II. In q
few minutes We expect to receive their
visit"
Room 10 In the "Hotel Ritz
1 must wait. 1 run the a back half
a mile, then return to the first trench
line. Luckily / know the regiment. the
ID zouayes. and hunt up an officer |
had met at Dunkerque. He is in the
very first ditch with his company and
receives me as If l had just returned
| from the north pole. The hospitality
| of the "Hotel Ritz" is offered me-that
is what the a have named their
burrow-and on all fours / crawl into
| room L." My friend is no supersti.
tious.
"You see," he explains. 1--WE been
here three days with my company
and have made my hole as comfortable
a. possible.
"Irs all right now. We can stand
up. The men play cards and cook hot
meals; but wait awhile and you'll see"
Under our feet a carpet. made of two
torn German knapsacks, keeps the feet
from the wet ground. A shelf has
been dug into the earth; a pipe, tobac-
| co pouch. boxes Of sardines. rest on it:
also a steaming can of "juice'-coffee,
In the parlance of the men.
The back of the trench. much lower
than the breastworks. has been hol-
lowed out until transformed into a
vague resemblance of a couch. This
, trench is 600 feet long. six feet deep
! at the front and four feet at the back.
and 100 men are fairly at ease in ii.
Our sentries are coming back on
the rum" says my friend suddenly,
land il l don't down this juice quickly
it's likely to be wasted" and. looking
through his glasses. he shouts:
On the Count Of Twenty.
Watch yourselves. Here they come.
They're only 1900 meters off and,
turning TO me:
For heavens sake don't even put
your hand out over the breastworks.
In a minute it's going to hail cobble-
stones"
Again risking a glance over the earth
] works, he calls out:
Five hundred meters. Get ready,
and aim low"
Just then | hear a rattle like that OF
hail on a zinc roof, and splashes of wet
clay fall around us.
Count twenty. aim. then fire. calls
the lieutenant. and all down the line
the men start:
lone. two. three
Decidedly | must stop this cigarette
smoking.
sixteen. seventeen. eighteen, nine
teen.
A volley. then another: n third
Keep it up. boys" shouts the Off
Ger. they're still coming
Over our heads. the trenches behind
are firing at Will Now the oneoming
Germans are singing. The sound Is
waited back toward us with the smoke
of their volleys. To me it seems they
are right on top of us and that each
minute will bring a bayonet flashing
on the breastworks.
Behind MS. midwey between the two
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06
Best Walkers Aged.

Dan O'Leary and Henry Schmehl,
professional pedestrians, who forty
years ago walked a famous race from
Chicago to Joliet. ILL.,, repeated their
ace recently, clipping five minutes of
their record OF 8 hours 80 minutes. The
distance is about forty miles. Charles
Wolf and Henry Freeman. men about
twenty-five year of age, dropped out
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06
m..b.w.on and PLANK Ancient.

M-ashewson and Plank Ancient.
You can get a good idea of how long
Eddie Plank and Christy Mathewson
have beer pitching ball by casting an
eye over the catchers they have had.
Jack Warner. Roger Bresnahan. Frank
Bowerman. Chief Meyers and Larry
Mclean are among those who have
handled the delivery Of big Six"
Plank has been handled by Powers,
Schreck, Lapp and Schang.
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06
Hop. Step and Jump Record.

Platt Adams OF the New York Ath-
letic club recently made a new worlds
record for the standing hop, step and
jump. He bounded thirty-three feet.
which Is seven and one-half inches bet
ter than his old figures. The record
probably will be refused, as he per.
formed OF a standing board.
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06
Topics of the Sport World
By SQUARE DEAL

when the distance was half covered.
O'Leary is almost seventy-one years
old and Schmehl about the same age.
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06

an Elaborate System Of Un-
derground Defenses the Armies
Of Europe Garry on the War.
Enemy Often Within Earshot
and Play Jokes on Each Other.
Besides Hot Meals Soldiers
Sometimes Have Games Within
Their Burrows = Correspond
ents Tell Of Life of Intrenched
Men.
The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-06

Golden Text.-Beware, l pray thee.
and drink no wine nor strong drink
(Judg. xiii, A..
Evening star., 1915-07-18

they were red-red as flame. Then the
light passed away, and the steady cat
pupil was fixed on me again. But now I
did not need to ask any one why Vincent
Gore, in the steamer world that knew him
so well, went by the name of Red Bob.
"That's all, he said.
When got back to my cabin, settled
myself for comfortable afternoon lounge
beneath the fan, musing upon many
things. Especially did muse upon the
other secretaries, who had talked. Gore
was the sort of man who would maroon
you penniless in foreign port without .
grain of compunction, if he thought you
had given him cause made a compact
with myself that no cause should be given.
wondered what wild adventure Red
Bob had set for himself this time. Where
were we bound, and for what? had
time to picture to myself many curious
happenings before that afternoon was
over, but none of them so stirring a.
those that lay in store for us.
To be continued nert peek
Evening star., 1915-07-18

take over my valet duties, and that my
secretary work began that day.
"You will have salary of a hundred
and fifty and your expenses" he said.
an expect you to learn any languages l
may require. can get working knowl-
edge of any language in three weeks my
self, and don't see why you should take
much longer"
He opened drawer and took out
small volume.
"This is Malay phrase-book, he said,
handing it to me. "lt's time you began.
How about your German?"
"I'm pretty useful at it, | answered,
wondering little, for did not see what
need there would be for German in the
lands through which we were likely to
travel.
Right" said Gore, and dismissed me.
withdrew. The steward met me in the
alleyway. 1t was as hot as the fue Of a
stove in there; the ripples on the Canal
outside had sharp, diamond radiance
that hit you in the eye, and the line Of
Evening star., 1915-07-18
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for July l8, 1918

not seem to be current among the upper
classes of our little world afoat. 1t was
the ship proletariat and the ship bour-
geoisie who used 1.-THE deck-hands,
stokers, pantry boys, and general stew
ardry. He was Red Bob to all of these.
| would not ask them why,
| was supremely happy! l had
inherited Spain and Portugal. l owned
the Rock of Gibraltar. And when the
Empress tied up alongside the jetty of
Port Said, /, looking on fiat roofs and
minarets painted in strange clearness
against sky of hard, high, unknown
blue, felt with deep content that my
hands had closed upon the East.
l was well pleased when Gore sent for
me, just after we had entered the Canal,
and told me, without any preface or ex-
planation, that the cabin steward would
Evening star., 1915-07-18

as the benevolent employer of worthy
and obliging servant. l could hear the
clink of Vincent Cores gold in his pocket
as plainly as if l had seen it put there.
"Thanks,' I said. "Will you kindly
shift my traps?'
81 did so already, sir. Anything else l
can do, sir?"
"No, thanks" answered, entering my
new, neat cabin, with its humming elec-
trio fan, and sitting down to mediate on
the fresh turn of affairs.
TT was clear to me that had been sue
cessful in passing some test,-I could
not tell what,-and that Gore had finally
decided to join my fortunes to his. AS to
what those fortunes might be, l was un-
certain; but l was sure of one thing
there was mystery and secret some
where. Vincent Gore was not only an
anthropologist and geographer. What
else was he?
The door curtain swung little, and a
subdued tap sounded on the woodwork.
Evening star., 1915-07-18

the shore glittered hard and white and
blue through the yellow circles of the
ports. The wind-chutes were out all
along the ship, looking like great coal
shovels. They caught next to no breeze,
for we were going with the wind.
@Lord, it's goin' to be like ell in the
Red Sea, said the steward, mopping his
neck. Then he suddenly remembered
himself, and put away his handkerchief
"Beg your pardon, sir, forgot" he
said, pulling himself up straight. "Mr.
Gore says you're to go into cabin twenty
nine, sir, down the next alleyway. Hope
you'll be comfortable, SIR"
| had punched his head, in the stewards
glory-hole, the night before, for borrowing
my shoe-brushes without leave; but his
calm eye and starched demeanor sug-
gested that he had never met me except
Evening star., 1915-07-18

Seven again, and knocked at the door.
"Your boots, sir" l said.
The electric lights were on, and the
cabin, paneleG in white and gold and
upholstered in amber brocade, looked
very bright and luxurious. Gore was
standing in the middle of it, swinging to
the motion of the ship as he tied his eve
ming tie. He took the boots from me and
examined them. He tapped the inside of
a heel with one finger.
"Clean that again, he said, and imme-
diately turned to his tie once more, blot
ting me out of existence.
l went back and cleaned the insides of
the heels with microscopical care. The
second bell rang while | was at work.
hurried back to the cabin as quickly
as l could. Vincent Gore was still there.
He examined the boots and set them down.
Evening star., 1915-07-18

"Don't let me have to speak about that
again." he said. "Unpack while I'm at
dinner"
He left the cabin, and walked lightly
and securely along the pitching alleyway
toward the saloon companion. did my
best with his things. had never had
valet, but l was fastidious enough about
my clothes to guess fairly well how things
should be done.
Gore was back before l had quite fin
ished-I learned later that he was phe-
nomenally small eater and never fingered
over meals. He found fault with me again
over two or three matters. l shut my
teeth and took it in silence He dismissed
me soon, and went to the stewards pam
try and found some one to give me food.
WHY Vincent Robinson Gore, MA,
LII. D., f. r. S., F. r. G.S., was by
certain people called Red Bob did not
become clear to me for some time. There
were good many people on the ship who
knew him, but his curious nickname did
Evening star., 1915-07-18

"Mr. Gore asking for you, sir" came the
stewards voice.
l went back to cabin seven. Gore was
still on the sofa under the big open port.
4Shut the door, please" he said. II
wanted to say to you that have had secre-
taries, and given them up, because they
talked. Don't you talk, young Paul!'
THE last words were shot out with q
dynamic violence that almost made me
jump; and as he spoke them Cores cat
pupiled eyes flashed suddenly red. If you
have never seen light eyes play this
trick, you will not believe me; and, in
deed, the small flash sometimes caused by
sudden dilating Of the pupil is not very
noticeable. As rule Cores eyes, how
ever, did not dilate-they seemed to ex-.
plode; and for one astonishing instant
Evening journal., 1915-05-25
BY HAL SHERIDAN.

NEW YORK, May 25.-One bout
will clear up the middleweight box
ing muddlo. in the minds of New
York fans. The battle needed TO es-
tablish a recognized champion of that
class will bring together Mike Glib
bons. the ST. Paul fash and Young
Ahearn. he who was formerly dubbed
the Dancing Master
There used to be considerable talk
about Jimmy Clabby, Eddie McGoorty
and some other mingling in the select
circle at the top of the heap, but that
is also past. Clabby recently came
10 New York to show his wares Since
he did. he isn't even conceded an out
side chance Of grabbing off any cham
pionship honors. AS he had decisive
ly beaten McGoOrty on several occa-
sions the latter battler is also elm
mated from the chances.
Clahbys showings left a distinctly
bad odor in the nostrils of New York
fight fans. The Hammond, Ind, box
er first tangled up with Al Mccoy,
the Joke" champion. He may have
had a shade hut there was so little
fighting done in the whole bout that
very few writer's cared to give a ver-
dict. mo fight" was the unanimous
opinion.
Evening journal., 1915-05-25
FISHING season ON
LOWER bay A failure

SEAFORD, Del. May 25.-Net fish
ing on the tributaries of the Chesa-
peake Bay, which for many years
proved profitable to hundreds Of men
is a thing of the past, according to
fishermen in the towns known as the
fishing centres of the Eastern Shore.
The dshing on the Nanticoke river
this year has been a failure, having
stopped before the season had gotten
fairly under way owing to the small
catches.
At Crisfeid the season, which pre-
sumahly closes about the middle of
June, has been over for the past
two weeks. Hauling seines have been
withdrawn. more than 1900 men
thrown out of employment and 200
fishing boats with outfits valued at
$500 each pulled to shore.
The food fish that long entered the
rivers in the spring have been prac-
tlcaliy exterminated. Shad, herring,
perch and kindred species are sacri-
feed to the stake or pound nets that
line both shores of the bay
The pack of herring, normally 49,
600 barrels. has dwindled to less
than 1000. The shad catch, which
amounted to 10000 barrels. has fallen
TO less than 1000 this season. Pack
ers had arranged TO prepare for mar
ket $4,000 barrels. They have ham
died about 1000 this season.
Evening journal., 1915-05-25
JACKSON keeps Omaha
TEAM IN The LEAD

Jimmy Jackson. manager Of last
years Wilmington Tri-State team.
who is now playing manager of the
Omaha club, is making good again.
At present Jimmy's club is leading the
league with 10 games won and s lost.
He is hitting the pill al $50 clip.
Among Jimmy's players arc Monroe,
the former Allentown catcher, who Is
going like a house on FIRE. Lefty
Clunn. Of last years Reading team,
and Red Whalen, formerly shortstop
for Harrisburg and also with Jimmy.
Johnny Castle, last years manager
of Allentown, Is bossing the Quincy
club of the Three l League, and is
holding first place. Stutz and Boezle
are on the team. Izzy Hoffman, who
is managing the Peoria club has Nc
Geehan. Kunkle and Boyle in his line
up. All the old Tri-State managers
and players are doing we'll.
Evening journal., 1915-05-25
COFFEY HAS BROTHER
WHO Can BEAT HIM
AT Least He Says He Could
and is Willing to
Prove II
is OFFICER ON
DUBLIN STREETS

The success Of Jim Coffey in Amer
ican pugilistic circles threatens an
Irish invasion. Jim, has four broth
ers in Dublin. all bigger than he Was
when he left there to come help New
York city run its street cars-frOm
the front end of one of them. When
Jim wrote home that he was making
the princely stipend of SIS per week
for merely running up and down town
with one of the rattlers, three of
the brothers wanted to take the next
boat for the car barns and apply for
job. Many an able-bodiod man
works a month for SIS in Dublin. But
the five sisters Coffey aided Pa and
Ma Coffey in keeping the rest of the
family on the old sod.
One of Jim Coffey's brothers is a
cop in Dublin. The car Job, even
with its SIS a week, caused him no
envy. He has a fine beat and no
harder work than chucking the chins
Of fair colleens while on post But
when he recently got the papers tell
ing how Brother James had knocked
out AL Reich, how he was now second
in the world only to Jess Willard, and
challenger for the worlds heavy
weight title, how he had bought stock
and bonds in the very car line he
was once chauffeur on, and was on
the road to rapid wealth-didnt
Brother Jim get more than $4,000
in the Reich fight alone-why. right
then and there Officer Coffey Of the
Dublin police force recalled vividly
how he could lick his little brother
James from the first day James learn
ed to walk.
"Yis, and begorra. / can still do IT,"
mused officer Coffey oil post. so if.he
can get $4,000 in wan fight, what
could better man git? A better man
says |, that's me-" And forthwith,
officer Coffey made the rounds Of the
steamship Offices looking up rates to
New York. He wrote to Billy Gibson
that he wanted Bill TO manage him
when he arrived and guaranteed to
beat Brother James-in private-to
prove his worth. But just when Of
ficer Coffey was about TO leave the
Dublin police force fiat the Lusitania
tragedy came along and a certain
Dublin cop decided that this was nc
time for ocean voyages. and besides
II would be mean to butt into Brother
James new business just when Man.
ager William-James always writes
of Gibson as Manager william
had him so well started on the road
to wealth and fame. So, for the pres.
ent, at least. there is no serious peri
in the march of Jim Coffey toward a
match with Willard.
And thus it happens that Officer
Coffey is still on his post in Dublin
while Brother James-inferior physi-
cally though he be-is busilv prepar.
ing to knock out Jim Flynn, the tough
Pueblo fireman. at the Brighton
Beach Sporting Clubs inaugural open
air show on the famous old race track
Decoration Day night.
Evening journal., 1915-05-25
One Boxing Match Will Show
the MiddIeWeighf Champion

The westernor and his manager
howlcd long and loud. Mccoy. they
said. wouldn't night. and necessarily
Clabby couldn't Il took two to make
a fight, they said. So Clabhy was
given another chance. lie was sent
against hard-hitting George Chip from
Newcastle. Pa. The exhibition they
put up was sickening. After seven
and a half rounds of Il Referee Billy
Roche stepped in and declared il no
contest Both men were disqualified
for "stalling" That ended Clahby's
career in New York and no one here
will ever seriously consider him for
championship purposes.
Harry Pollock Is iiguroly strongly
on bringing Gibbons and Ahearn to-
gethor this summer at his Brighton
Beach A. c. This would be over the
ten round. no decision route and
considerable doubt exists that such
an affair could bring out clear cut
winner Gibbons is willing to take
Ahearn on over either ten or twenty.
lie once stopped Ahearn in four
rounds few years back and is con-
ident Of being able TO do so again.
Ahearn has admittedly improved, how
ever since that first meeting and Glib
bons would meet an entirely new
man.