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Authors Club Ends Session.

Morristown.-The eighteenth annual
convention Of the Tennessee Woman's
Press and Authors Club has come to
close after one Of the most success
full conventions in its history. Eigh-
teen members of the club from vari-
Gus sections Of the state we're in al.
tendance. besides visitors, and the oc.
casion was one not only Of much prac.
teal help to the working membership
OF the club but one Of unusual social
pleasure
The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-06-30
Lad Accidentally Shot.

johnson City-Stuart Kelley. aged
10 years, accidentally shot Ted Harris.
aged or Z. Of this place, while the
boys were out hunting for pet SOUR.
rel that had strayed away. The Kelley
boy had a % calibre spat gun. While
the wound is considered dangerous
young Kelley is doing we'll
The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-06-30
RURAL CARRIER SHOOTS.
Old erudge Causes Frank Griffin To
Kill Bailey Swaney

Gallatin.-Near Castalion Springs,
Frank Griffin. 80, rural route carrier.
shot and killed Bailey Swaney. 25. /.
is alleged that Swaney snapped pls-
toll at Griffin. Griffin's bond was fixed
at $4,000. Beyond the fact that It is
claimed the trouble grew out of an
old grudge, none of the details are
fully known.
The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-06-30
PRISONERS ESCAPE.
Daughter Of Sheriff Keeps Four More
From Getting Away.

S~SAihSi W FNSVR9 W0V0
From Getting Away.
Trenton.-The presence of mind Of
Mrs. Lena Taylor, daughter Of Sheriff
j. w. Davidson, prevented the escape
Of four prisoners from the jail here.
when six other. prisoners, negroes,
knocked her down, ran over her and
escaped. Three of these were soon cap
tured and returned to Jail while blood
hounds are in pursuit of the remaining
three.
Discovering that they were out Of
soap while taking a bath. the prisoners
notified the sheriff, who went to pro-
cure 1t for them. He neglected to lock
the inside door to the cage and after
he left the prisoners called for the
sheriffs daughter. Thinking the inside
door locked, she opened the outside
and the prisoners sprang upon her.
The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-06-30
Family Pride.

Our ancestors came over In tAs
Maynower," proudly announced littls
Miss Uppson Of Boston
"Pshaw. that's nothing" retorted the
little miss from indianapolis. Our
ancestors we're the original settlers IN
the Garden OF Eden"
The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-06-30
Heavy Rains Cause DAMAGE.

wartrace.-This section is expert
encing serious damages TO crops from
the heavy rains. Whole fields of wheat
covering many acres are reported to
have been washed away.
The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-06-30

The net increase in the taxes OF Hen.
ry county. as provided By the county
board OF equalization at a recent ad.
journed session, was $4,000.
The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-06-30
varIetIea Of slamese Rlee.

More than forty varieties Of rsca
are cultivated IN Siam. one Of which
fipens in 20 days from planting snt
others il six monthR
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
The Choosers.

(From The London Spectator
Oh ye Fragile and tremulous
Haunters of the deep glades!
Shall | see ye again,
Parting the leaves Of beech and aspen
Ere ye slip through?
Men have said unto me:
These are but flying lights and shadows;
Light on the beech boles, clouds shadowing
the corn-felds;
The wind in the fame of birches in autumn
Wind shadowing the clear pools.
But we cried, laughing. down the wind
Men are but shadows, but a vain breath.
So. here, cometh unto me
That cry from the rejoicing air:
Men are but shadows! And prone about me
see them hushed and sleeping in the hut,
Made solemn and holy by the night,
In the dead light O. the moon;
Shadowy, swathed in their blankets,
As sleep in hewn, sepulchral caves.
Egypts and Asia's Kings;
While between them are the footsteps
OF glittering presences. who say: 10, one
To be a sword upon my thigh
And the sleepers stir restlessly, murmuring
As between them pass
The bright-maied choosers Of the dead.
Shall | see We again, oh, flying rout
o. the forest haunters, while | couch silent
In a wet brake O. blossom,
Dark ivy wreathing your whiteness,
Ere | am torn from the scabbsrd?
(Lo, one
To be a sword upon my thighD
Knowing no longer that earth
Lieth in the dews, shining and sacred.
Frederick Manning
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
The Romany Flivver.

II had to come, of course. When you
band the breast of Nature with steel rails
for rushing railway trains and smudge
your blue air with chimneys and factory
smoke and finally produce real, live fiivvers
at 1926 per fivver, f. o. b. Detroit, yon
must prepare to take the consequences. Yet
even with this prelude we are slow to state
the facts, which are Ito take the hill on
high) that q gypsy caravan of flivvers has
been reported somewhere north by east of
Chocorua Mountain, State of New Hamp-
shire.
Now. gypsies Of our day and genera
ton are no particular treat to any one.
They must have been better once, when
George Borrow followed their wanderlngs
and George Meredith took touch-me-not
women out of their camps to praise for
pluck and loyalty. Perhaps universal
bathtubs and soap at five cents cake
have shifted our point of view and made
us narrowly proud of our white skins-so
that not even a king and queen of the
Little Egyptians can stir US to enthusl-
asm, Drowned as they are by unwashed
time. But, for the sake of a mysterious
past, begun nobody knows just where on
the back of the world somewhere 'twiXt
East and West, we have consented to pay
a certain perfunctory, romantic respect to
the children of this lost and very dirty
tribe. In the midst of subways and clocks
and soap we have liked to dream Of being
"fevered with the sunset" and yearnlng
for the trail that is ever new-gypsies on
cur account.
That is the vague romance which the
tidings from Chocorua threaten to punct-
ure like a 5,000-mile tire. Stow your be-
coined and becolored kings and queens and
dukes and counts and all their courts and
trappings into a couple of ilivvers, and what
is left of ancient wanderings and distant
dreams? Not enough halo to compensate
for the absence of soap, for sure. No
wonder the thrifty folk of the Notch are
crowding about in wonder and laughter.
1t is humorous tragedy. The last, vague
remnant of vagabondia cashes in its past;
The tribe of Romany that resisted the
Establishments of civilization for cen
turtles goes fvvering down the Hill Of
Time
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
Everybody Satisfied.

Judge Seabury, that "anti-Tammany
Democrat who on more than one occasion
has received Tammany support, has IN
effect been nominated as the Democratic
candidate for Governor at Mr.. Murphy'S
Saratoga direct primary. Judge Seabury
was the choice of the independent
Democrats, therefore this must be hailed
as a great victory for the "better ele-
ment" of Democracy, which not so very
long ago was going to Gust Murphy, and
made several attempts, with leaders rang
ing from Mr. Corners, of Buffalo, to Mr..
William Church Osborn, of Duchess
County and New York. Judge Seabury
that is, has been forced on Murphy to just
the extent that Mr.. John A. Dix was
forced on that capable politician.
The net result is that Democracy has a
candidate for Governor Ostentatiousiy
wearing the tag of independence instead of
Murphyism, and Mr.. Murphy and his IS
sociates have the rest of the jobs on the
ticket. That suits both. 1t will also suit
Murphy that no particular responsibility
for electing Judge Seabury can devolve
on him and his organization, in this year
when Tammany men are declaring that
the conduct of the national campaign has
relieved the Democratic organization Of
this state of all responsibility in the cam
raign this fall"
If Mr.. Wilson and the independents
like this layout, there must be, for once
genuinely harmonious Democracy in this
state.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
Better Blueberries.

Efforts to improve the breed of blue
berries still occupy mighty minds, we
gather from "The National Geographic
Magazine" The last we heard the expert
mentors had failed; the more kindness ac-
corded to BURBERRY bushes the more they
peaked and pinned. But now science is
triumphing benevolent fungus has been
discovered on the roots which can exist
only in sour soil, and thus planted, with
the aid of selection and grating, marvel
lous bushes have been achieved. Blue
berries as large as Concord grapes, to
wit, seven-eighths of an inch in diameter,
are reported. All the sour lands north,
south and west of New Jersey are yearning
to become mothers of better blueberries.
There should be a memorial of thanks
from the small boys berryin' association
for this vast revolution. Who could OBJ
ject to picking a quart of blueberries-as
it TO the swimming hole! Vanishes at a
stroke one of the few objections to the
otherwise beatific existence of barefoot
boy with cheek Of tan.
But we cannot yield an equal enthu-
siasm from the viewpoint of blueberry con-
sumers. Larger, fatter bsueberries may
be better eating and again they may not.
No strawberries are as wonderful as wild
ones; We always regretted the ingenuity of
man which educated these racy, little
berries into the mild, sophisticated ar
ticle of commerce and the breakfast table.
Wild grapes likewise. And, in view of the
convenience and economy of labor which
the larger fruit offers, there is no ques-
ton of which is destined to survive. The
clever, efficient improvement quickly drives
out its country rival. Burberry pie and
blueberry pudding are among the few
glores of American cookery. If they are
improved off the bill of fare by strange,
tasteless substitutes, be these as large as
pumpkins, a whole nation will mourn its
loss
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prise as the Germans supposed 1t To be
But the possibilities of surprise must be
taken into account, and on this head tho
late Lord Wolselcy said;
"To assert that no such operation as
surprise can be effected without our
obtaining ample warning of 1T is to
assume that the general charged with
its accomplishment is as entirely
ignorant of the business Of war as the
man must be who makes such an as
sumption"
Opposition to the project seems to have
weakened, yet if the reasons then advanced
were sound it is difficult to see how they
can be utterly disregarded to-day, when
the isolation of Great Britain is less com
plete than it was thirty years ago.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
Tobacco"

(From The Westminster Gazette)
have seen, in an inland city,
With a sweet, sudden surprise,
man who has come from the wide sea
With the wide sea in his eyes.
And he laughed. as little boy does,
At all things gray and wise.
(The men who watch horizons
They are not like me or you,
For the evil that is in them
Shines up through leagues of blue,
And like great sails in the sunlight
Are the good things that they do)
! have passed him on the pavement
And he never knew had seen
Behind the SMOKE of the factories
The Atlantics stormy green
And felt the waves on the Devon coast
Washing my body clean
So in the midst Of shell-fre
Like a man from the wide seal
The strong reek of tobacco
Has come as a friend to me.
| have known great peace in the evening
Such as there used to be-
In the deep sums of horror,
There was that familiar thing.
And instant into the trenches
It's good blue smoke could bring
The unwarlike fields of England
Where the sane man is king.
B. +. F., France. TlPUCA.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
Youths Conservation.

From The Poetry Review, London)
1.-THE author. Corporal NOW Acting Sergeantj
Streets thus wrote home Of the series u OF
which the following is one: They were inspired
while l was ia the trenches where ] have been 50
busy that have had little time 20 polish them.
have tried TO picture some thoughts that pas.
through a mans brain when he dies. / may not
see the end OF the poems. but hope live 20 DO so
We soldiers have our views Of life 20 express though
the boom o. death is In We Try 70 convey
something Of what feel IN this great conflict "a
those who think Of Us. and sometimes. alas mourn
our oss. We desire 10 let them know that In the
midst Of keenest sadness for the Joy of life
we leave behind 20 10 meet death grim-lipped
ciear-eyed and resolute-hearted J
Lovers Of Life, dreamers with lifted eyes,
O Liberty, at thy command We challenge
Death,
The monuments that tell our fathers faith
Shall be the affairs OF our sacrifice.
Dauntless We fling our lives into the van,
Laughing at death, because within Youth S
breast
Flame lambert fires OF Freedom; man for
man
We yield TO thee our heritage, our best.
Lies highest product youth exuts in Life
We are Olympian gods in consciousness
Mortality TO US is sweet, yet less
We value Ease when Honour sounds the
strife.
Lovers of Life, We pledge thee liberty
And 90 TO death calmly, triumphantly!
JOHN WILLIAM STREETS.
18th Service Battalion, Yorkshire and Ian.
AAshir- pASimAnh
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
Beware the Dynamite.

The failure of the Federal Board OF
Mediation and Cancellation to settle the
railway dispute leaves the representatives
of the big Four" just where they were
before mediation was attempted. They
can set off the "stck of dynamite as one
of them termed the strike vote, or they-can
do what the railways have proposed all
along-thcy can arbtrate under the New
lands act. If they accept the arbitration
proposal they will be bound by the find
ings of the arbitrator, which would be
based on an impartial investigation of the
hours of labor and wages issues.
Why should they hesitate? If their
claims are just they can have no fear OF
the result. The same regard for common
decency" which impelled them to consent to
mediation rather than to impose on the
public all the horrors of a general strike
should impel them now to accept arbitra-
ton according to the regularly established
government machinery. 1t would be Just
as outrageous, just as selfish and arbitrary
a proceeding to call a strike now as 1t would
have been a few days ago.
A strike will indeed be dynamite. 1t
may easily destroy the men who set it of.
Arbitration cannot fail to help them If
their cause is just. Too much hesitation
will equal confession.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
Home.
TIPUCA.
From The London Nation)
RETURN.

LONDON
RETURN.
Under the brown, bird -haunted caves OF thatch
The hollyhocks in crimson glory burned
Against black timbers and old rosy brick
And over the green door in clusters thick
Hung tangled passion-fowers. when we re-
turned
To our own threshold; and with hand on
latch
We stood a moment in the sunset CLEAN
And looked upon our homes as in dream.
Rapt in a golden glow Of still delight
Together on the threshold in the sun
We stood rejoicing that we two had won
To this deep golden peace ere day was done
That over gloomy plain and storm-swept
height
We two, o love, had won to home ere night
II CANDLE LIGHT.
Where through the open window | could see
The supper table in the golden light
OF tall white candles brasses glinting bright
On the black cleaning board, and crockery
Colored like gardens of old Araby--
In your blue gown against the walls of white
You stood adream, and in the starry nigh.
| felt strange loneliness steal over me.
You stood with your eyes upon the candle
fame .tscs @s.'
That kinded your thick hair 70 FURNISHED
gold, --.'-~
As in a golden spell that seemed to hold
My hearts love rapt from me for ever
And then you stirred, and opening the door,
Into the starry night you breathed my name
WILFRID GIBSON.
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The Old Gypsy.
(From The Athenseum)

itroE me AlAeNetHntl
She IS too old to see again.
The age of threescore years and ten;
She is as hale as an old tree,
Straight as its shrivelled stem, and darl
And full of wrinkles as its bark;
Children and grandchildren has she,
Fourteen they are and forty-three,
And sixty years has she been wed,
And never slept in any bed
Under roof of tile or slate
And never will, alive or dead,
And whether death comes soon or late
Her hands are heavy with gold rings,
She has three rings Of heavy gold
On every finger, earrings old
OF gold, and gold and orange things
For kerchiefs and head-coverings.
Hei voice is gentle as birds,
And there is SAVIOUR in her words
For she, although with stealth she boards
The private speech her people have,
Knows well the depth Of every idU.
Her eyes are secret, and her mouth
A gentle and grave hypocrite;
She reads the heart of age and youth,
Seeing, not understanding IL,
And tells for money half the truth;
But in her ancient soul there lies,
Deeper than she can ever look,
The root, laid open like a book,
OF earth and OF our destinies
ARTHUR sYMoNs,
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
The Channel Tunnel Again.

Those who in former times advocated
the construction of a tunnel across the
Straits of Dover have found in the pres
ent war a suitable occasion to revive the
project and to fortify it with many argu-
ments hitherto undreamed Of. A fortnight
ago a number of French and English en-
gineers, railway managers and legislators
dined together at the House of Commons
and discussed the problem at length, all
apparently agreeing that the objections Of
quarter of a century ago were no longer
valid
The French guests were less urgent in
their appeal than the others, because, as
NJ. Yves Guyot said, though all of his coun-
trymen hoped for a Channel tunnel and
believed it to be most desirable, yet they
felt it was a question for Englishmen to
decide and had no desire to use the present
alliance as a means of bringing pressure
to bear on them. One of the principal
technical speakers pronounced the en-
cheering problem comparatively simple.
There was an excellent subsoil of white
chalk, into which there had been infiltra-
ton of mud, and from numerous soundings
it had been pretty well established that
there was an uninterrupted bed of that
beautiful, ideal material all the way
across. Other speakers dwelt on the i'm
mense impetus that would be impaired to
trade by the building of a tunnel and all
belittled the objections current when a
select committee of the Lords and Com
mons undertook to consider the matter
thirty years ago and decided that the
scheme was mot expedient."
There are good many people, however,
who remember that military opinion was
at that time overwhelmingly opposed to
the undertaking, and it will not be easy
to satisfy them that the arguments then
advanced are wholly irrelevant to-day.
Wolseley, Roberts and Kitchener all re-
garded it as mistaken proposal; the Duke
of Cambridge, at that time the field mar
shall commanding in chief, spoke strongly
against it; Admiral Sir Cooper Key, Ad-
miral Sir John Hay and most of the lead
ing naval authorities of the time were
among those who opposed it. Admiral
Sir Algernon de Horsey recalls some of
their observations on the occasion. The
Duke of Cambridge, remarking that Ger
many might wish TO punish our alliance
with France by the seizure of Dover, "
wrote:
II wish to record my opinion, an
opinion shared by the ablest of our
officers, that our only possible security
can be found in following the example
of our neighbors by creating vast
army like theirs, an army which would
probably entail the necessity of COM
pulsory system of universal military
service"
The answer may be that that system
has already been established and that the
aging of Calais is not SO simple an enter
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
CFemhhV Bought the Germans Wheep
Whole Staff Rgneda No Longer p
Ramaeor Lam nd
THE AMERICANS AT VERDUN

The Germans threw few shells In the diree-
tion of the village through which we had
driven, few toward the battery back Of US.
y e could hear the whistle OF our shells travel
ling west and of their shells coming east
To stand midway between fires is 70 be IN
a safe and yet stimulating situation. From
! the gently sloping, innocent hillocks al.
about US tons of metal passed high over our
! heads into the lines. II only one shell
every fifty found its man. as the gossip q
the front has il, the slaughter was thorough
ut is quiet evening" said my friend.
II was as IL We were in the centre % a
vast cavity; there were no buildings 90
trees, nothing but distance. and the distane.
filled with fireworks / once saw Brooklyn
Bridge garanded with fireworks. II seemed
to me a great affair. We spoke 81 IL for
days afterward. But here in front Of Us
we're twenty miles of exploding lights, a
continuous performance for four months
With our heads thrust over the tunnel edge,
We stood there for four hours. The night
the play of lights, the naked hill top. left
US with a sense Of something vast and lonely.
The Protestant clergyman came and said:
"Let us go across the road to my abri.'
He stumbled down two steps cut in clay
and bent over to enter the earth cave. Il
will lead you he said. taking me by the
arm.
"Wait while close the door" he said; we
must not show any light"
When the cave was securely closed in be
bal ala
scooped out Of the earth. The roof was so
low that my casque struck IT, cot hlled a
third OF the space. The available standing
room was three feet by six feet
you will forgive me for asking IT, he
went on, "but please use your pocket lamp;
mine is getting low and am far away from
supplies. We can get nothing up here
My friend handed over his lamp The
clergyman flashed il on a photograph pinned
against plank OF wood
MY wife," he said; "she is an American
girl from Bensonhurst, Long Island And
that is my child"
He turned the light around the room.
There were pages of pictures from The
London Daily Mail" and The New York Trb-
une. One was a picture OF German soldiers
in church, drinking by the altar.
| Il call this my New York corner" he eI-
planned, land this is my visiting card" From
pile he lifted one-page printed notice
which reads
Declaration Religeuse
81, the undersigned, belong 10 the Protes'
taNt religion. In consequence and conform
ing to the law Of 1905, this is my formal
wish: In case OF sickness or accident. wish
the visit of a Protestant pastor and The sue
cor of his ministry whether am undergoing
treatment at hospital or elsewhere; in case
Of death I wish TO be buried with the as
sstance OF Protestant pastor and the rites
of that Church
Space is left for the soldier to sign BIS
name. The little circular is devised By ms
chaplain, Pastor -, chaplain OF h'
Division.
At 2 o'clock in the morning we were or
dered TO load our car with the wounded, ohs
Lying case.' three sitting cases" We d'',
charged them at the hospital, and tumoS'
| into the tent at Ippecourt at o'clock.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
CRADLE SONG.

From the Gaelic Of Padrsic Pe"rSc' President
of tho late Irish Republic translated by Thomas
MacDonagh. Both shot In Dublin rs trsitors.l
O little head Of gold! o candle Of my house!
Thou wilt guide all who travel this country.
BE quiet, o housed And little gray mice.
Stay at home tonight in your hidden lairsl
q moths Mt the window, fold your wings
Cease your droning, o little black chaiers'
O plovcr and o curlew, over my house do not
travel
Speak not, O barnacle-goose, going over the
mountain here!
o creatures OF the mountain, that wake so
early,
Stir not tonight till the sun whitens over you
PADRAIC PEARSE.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-13
Quatrsins.

THE WOLF AT THE DOOR.
The Russian traveller in the story, lest
The wolf attack, casts out his precious
store.
So we surrender all that We hold best,
To drive back him who clamors at the oo'A
THE ANNIVERSARY.
With no observance is my birthday SCI
From other times aside.
But once each year-would God | eouIa i''
get!-
Comes back the night died.