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The bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1916-07-07
Many Landings.

Whatever the route chosen, the dis
lance between controls east of, say,
Kansas City, will not be more than
$50 miles, and in desert and mountain
GUS countries in the West the distance
between controls will be limited to be-
tween 175 and 275 miles.
1.-THE contest committee" says the
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
Shortening the Season for Birds.

Pennsylvania is the latest of the States to
take up the question of shorter open seasons
on game birds, and good reasons for curbing
the activities of hunters are presented in a
statement of the Game Commission now being
sent to individuals and sporting associations
Birds are being exterminated under the
present laws. and the remedy proposed is in
restricting the season to one month and
changing the date until the birds are full
grown and better able to take care of them
selves.
What particular hardship would there be
in ordering a close season for two, three or
five years and then seeing that the law is
rigidly enforced? Quail and other game
birds need more protection than the existing
laws have given them, and if all the states
would agree upon an adequate programme OF
conservation the country would be benefited
by the saving of the food products now de-
stroyed by insects.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03

cedes. TO foment revolution by boycottine
and ousting "the unspeakable Huerta'
But he was unwilling to intervene to OBJ
struct revolution, in spite of the fact thai
under other "unspeakable" faction leaders
many Of them professional marauders
American property was being destroyed
and American citizens were being muir
dered.
II has been the chief wee of Mr.. VIII
sons Mexican policy that it sought to draft
the United States into some fantastic and
visionary Service of humanity" uplifting
the Mexican poems or some such alien MIS-
sion, instead of discharging our govern
ment's natural and legitimate functions IN
the way Of protecting its own nationals.
No opposition philippe has ever exposed
the fantastic idealism, the Utopian topsy
turvyism, of Mr.. Wilson's Mexican pro-
gramme more effectively than do the pa
thetic self-revelations on this topic offered
to the public yesterday at Shadow Lawn
The President has 1oundered on the
Philippines question, in his inconsistent at
tempts to supplant Monroeism with Pan
Americansm, in his assertion Of neutral
rights on the high seas and in his belated
efforts to supply that degree Of military
preparedness which would enable US to
repel attacks and insults and to restorc
to some extent our prestige as nation
with something in its arnrory besides dip
lcmatic notes.
Public opinion has forced suitable in
crease of the navy in spite of the obstruc
tiveness and incompetency of the present
head of the Navy Department. But the
Vaccinations of Mr.. Hay, countenanced by
the President, have revitalized ancient
blunders in army organization and loaded
the country down with an inadequate, III
balanced and archaic military system.
Preparedness got one sentence of TWEEN
ty-one words in Mr.. Wilson's address "a
clear case of poetic justice.
There is much rhetoric in the speech, but
no argument which can dispel the impress
sion made by Mr.. Wilson's failure all along
the line as a clear-sighted, constructive
statesman He asks the country to take
him for another ternl-to indorse without
Anching the record he has made for
facility in phrase-making and paucity in
solid achievement.
We do not believe that the voters will
be deceived. They have had too many op-
portunities to take Mr.. Wilson's measure.
They are unwilling to invite another four
years Of Serving mankind" and forgetting
the rights of Americans. of drift and OPP
portunism, of government by phrases and
craftsmanship hy improvisation.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
A Ballad of Cobbled Democracy.

Irwin Cobb is working for the Democratic
pause,
(Agitate the bonners; let the red fire
gLoiOD
Hoping in the reasoning of Hughes to find
some flaws.
(GiUe him a cheer-YO! Hoo
Down in old Kentucky, where he learned
his politics,
(Agitate the banners; let the red fire
glot0O
When they can't convince you with a
speech they hand you bricks.
(Gire him a cheer-Yoi HoD
Irwin started early his political career,
(Agitate the banners; let the red FIRE
gloa0O
Saying, vote the ticket straight" and
also, Have beer"
(GiUe him d cheer-Yo! Hoo
Twins tales now pay him like patent
lawyers fees.
(Agitate the banners; let the red FIRE
gloOD
Railroad fare is all he's nerve enough to
ask for these.
Give him q cheer-Yo! Hob
Cobb, said /, at any rate the crowds will
entertain.
(Agitate the banners; let the red FIRE
glorcD
"Not a chance" said Irwin; cts a serious
campaign"
(Gipe him a cheer-Yo! Hob
Gosh, Il must be dreary in the Democratic
camp,
(Agitate the banners; let tho red tire
DiomD it.
Even Twins funny bone mas gone and go,
q crampl Gp
(Gire him cheer-Yoi Hot!
A. r. r.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
THE BATTLE OF THE MARINE.
Continued from page 1.

even to undertake a new attack But this
failed almost instantly.
1t is essential to keep in mind in examin-
ing the Marine the story Of the opening weeks
Of the Franco-Prussian War The two con-
ficts began in much the same way In both
cases German mobilization puts more troops
and better equipped troops into the field. In
both cases all the opening battles are won by
the Germans. But at this point the parallel
stops short. Instead of Mars-a-Tour and
Sedan, with their fatal examinations you
have an orderly retreat OF all French armies
until a new concentration permits fresh
offensive, and when this happens you have
German retreat followed by a German rally,
which ends in a deadlock and two years Of
trench war.
This, after all. is the miracle OF the
Marne." The German high command said:
I'VE have more men, better guns, better
troops; we will violate the neutrality Of
Belgium, turn the French fortresses and ar.
irving in the plains Of Northern France, We
will destroy the French armies, take Paris
and then turn east and dispose Of Russis.
We shall win the war in six weeks and take
/ Paris in seven. We shall hold France 70
ransom and dispose of the French danger for
| all time"
Not one detail Of this grandiose plan WAS
realized. Not one detail has been realized
after two years of war. We all see that
France had failed Russia would have been
conquered, and even the British Emp'r
would have come TO the edge of ruin. b''
France did not fail. She won her grea'e"
victory in wonderful history, with but ths
least possible support from Britain; sas
/ saved herself, Britain and Russia, and si. '.
the Marine the war had new horizons and az
1 ferent possibilities. Thus in every sense Wv
/ Battle Of the Marine was OF the fec trSv
/ decisive battles in all human history bay
/ tie whose consequences, though we may y"
yet accurately measure them. seem AZ 'ns
distance OF two years incomparably gres'',
than on the day when the world first lesr'es
that the German invasion would not Fsasa
| Paris ~
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
The Orphans.

At 5 o'clock one April morn
met them making tracks,
Young Benjamin and Abel Horn.
With bundles on their backs.
Young Benjamin is seventy-hve,
Young Abel seventy-seven-
The oldest innocents alive
Beneath that April heaven.
asked them why they trudged about
With erabby looks and sour
"And does your mother know you're out
At this unearthly hour?"
They stopped: and scowling up at me
Each shook a grizzled head,
And swore; and thvn spat bitterly,
As with one voice they said;
Homeless about the countryside
We never thought to roam;
But mother. she has gone and died,
And broken up the home"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
On Being Gladder than You Are.

On Being Cladder than lou Are.
Being clad was "A cheerful, care-free sort
Of experience not so long ago. You let
yourself 90 at the proper moment when
your bills we're all paid and the baby had
slept all night and the bacon was done
lust right for breakfast, and there you
were. The whole world smiled and you
smiled with it. You were downright glad
to be glad.
That was before the glad-carnest school
of philosophy entered upon the scene. Mrs.
Wigs is generally rated the pioneer OF
this movement, and perhaps a small portion
of guilt or credit must be assigned to her
cabbage patch. But defenders OF Mrs.
Wigs can find ground to contend that
her gladness was of quite different
brand. that il was the genuine, natural,
uncanned article-distinctly amateur glad
ness. with only the faintest suspicion OF
professionalism. Besides, the true fore
runner Of all modern gladness was almost
certainly another lady, much younger and
more beautiful, to wit, Pippa, who sang
"An's right with the world" as she passed,
and got away with it.
Since Mrs. Wigs the idea has gathered
way rapidly. Mrs Burnett went the limit
early in the game and named whole
heroine "Gad" in the Dawn of To-
morrow" a young woman, incidentally,
who preached more truth than fiction
about gladness and deserved no such
damning tag. Thus, through series OF
feminine outgivings, we reach the present
climax of gladness, TO wit, "Pollyanna,'
heroine of a thousand bookstores, now pre-
pared to scatter sunshine over the foot
lights. "a glad play" is the frank and
accurate billing of the production; where
with this good old adjective definitely
throws up the sponge. Gladness ceases to
be glad and becomes sunshine.
The specific idea of Pollyanna is that no
matter how gloomy your luck there is al
ways some silver lining to be glad about.
Are you cast down because Monday is wash
day? Ah-you should recall that, to-day
being Monday. it won't come again for
whole week! How glad you should be!
And so on. Granted the formula, there is
surely no difficulty in applying it.
We have no wish to preach the joys of
being gloomy-though we do know excel
lent folk who take more pleasure from a
thorough cantankerous crouch than from
a night of laughter. The only sound de-
fence of gloom we know is based on the
theory of contrasts-that unless you have
few dark spots in your picture the light
will not look like light at all. And that
necessity is fulfilled by very little dark
ness.
What we have to suggest is the danger
Of being gladder than you are. The Puri-
tans were better than they knew how TO
be; and they ended up cold, ill-tempered
breed, very pious in church and very un-
comfortable at home. So with gladness.
Try to be glad by all means, and don't
dwell on your woes unnecessarily. But
there is a limit to the goodness or gladness
| in most human beings at any particular
moment, and if you pretend to what you
haven't you become a stupid, irritating
nuisance. Also-we respectfully submit to
Pollyanna-you become a fake, incapable
of knowing either JOY or sadness.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
A Village in a Cellar.

No man in France had buster time during
the German occupation than this village cure
He went on with his recital:
"On Sunday morning the Germans set oui
church clock by German time but the bel
was recalcitrant and continued to sound TN,
French hour while the hands galloped on ac
cordng to their within. While they were here
the hour didn't matter We lost all notion OF
time We hardly knew what day it was. ",
cellar is deep and well vaulted. placed Their,
pickaxe. spades and large shovel. Every
precaution was taken.
Monday was day OF glorious sunshine
Nature seemed 20 be en- fete After | hac
buried seven French and German dead anc
was walking home saw coming toward me
Nine. Process, her daughter Helene, in tears, q
German officer and soldier. The officer
asked me:
"'Do you know these ladies'
VERY WELL answered; they are homes
people Of my parish
"'All right. This soldier has not shown
proper respect to the young lady He will be
rebuked II he had gone further he would
be shot
"The officer then reprimanded the soldier
in my presence. The man. stiff at attention
listened to the rebuke in such a resentful
hateful way that | thought TO myself there
Ia going TO be trouble. The soldier, his rife
over his shoulder, went toward the Mayors
office.
about twenty minutes later heard firing
from The direction Of the Mayors office, two
shots. several shots, then a regular fusillads
The sullcn soldier had gone down there
elapped his hand to his head. ssid he was
wounded, and fred. When ! heard the frat
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
Colour.

blue black Nubian plucking oranges
At Jaffa by sea o. malachte
In red tarboosh, green SASH and flowing white
Burnous- among the shadowy memories
That haunt me yet by these bleak Northern
seas
He lives forever in my eyes delight
Bizarre, superb in young immortal might
god OF old barbaric mysteries
Maybe he lived life of lies and lust:
Maybe his bones are now but scattered dust:
Yet, for moment he was life supreme
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
His Father.

| quite forgot to put the spigot in
It's Just come over me. And 1t Is
queer
To think he'll not care if we lose or win
And yet be jumping-mad about that beer.
| left it running full He must have said
thing or two. I'd give my stripes 10 hear
What he will say if I'm reported dead
Before he gets me told about that beer.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
The Quiet.

could not understand the sudden quiet
The sudden darkness in the crash of fight,
The din and glare of day quenched in a
twinkling
In utter starless night.
lay an age and idly gazed at nothing.
Hafpuzzled that could not lift my head;
And then knew somehow that | was lying
Among the other dead
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
In the Ambulance.

Two rows of cabbages.
Two of curly greens,
Two rows of early peas,
Two of kidney beans"
That's what he is muttering,
Making such n song,
Keeping other chaps awake,
The whole night long.
Both his legs are shot away,
And his head is light;
30 he keeps on muttering
All the blessed night:
Two rows of cabbages.
Two of curly greens.
Two rows of early peas,
Two OF kidney beans"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03

What was true Of Joan Of Arc is true to-
day. There is no leadership like the power
Of holy spirit. 1t lends an edge to the
tongue in dealing with unworthy enemies.
II gives dignity 70 sudden death. Religion,
where it is sincere, is still a mighty power IN
the lives Of simple folk to lift them to great
ness. Out beyond Rheims, at the front
Inc trenches. the tiny village OF Bethemy is
knocked to pieces. The parish church ~ en-
tirey destroyed except for the front wall
Against that wall an altar has been built
where the men of the front line gather for
service. Over the altar / read the words:
"Que lie Cnur de Jesus sauve la France
In that name many in France are working
Such n one is Paul Viller, cure Of Triaucourt
The burning of the village is the worlds end
for peasant. because the village was his
world. When the peasants Of Triaucour'
saw their little local world rocking they
turned to the cure He was ready.
at is better to run" said the Mayor
"They kill those Germans
As the cure said to the German lieutenant
who tried to force him up the bell tower
That ascension will give me the vertigo,
so he felt about running away; his legs
were not built for it. He would like to
"oblige," but he was not fashioned for such
flights.
Cure Viler is hfty-fve years old, short
and rudy and sturdy. In his books and his
travel and well grounded Latin education h
is far removed from the simple villagers he
serves. But he has learned much from
them. He has taken on their little ways. lie
has their simplicity, which is more dis
tinguished than the manners Of cities. With
them and with him / felt at home. That is
because he was at home with himself. at
home in life. His house was full of travel
pictures Brittany fishermen and hooks of
scenery.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
The Question.

wonder if the old COW died or not.
Gey bad she was the night lett, and SICK
Dick reckoned she would mend lie knows
a lot
At least he fances 80 himself does Dick.
Dick knows lot. But maybe did wrong
To leave the COW to him and come away.
Over and over like a silly song
These words keep hummng in my head
all day.
And all think of. as | face the foe
And take my lucky chance of being shot,
Is this-that if I'm hit, I'll never know
Till Doomsday if the old COW died or not.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03

has only recently bewailed the fact that
his name is not Dreiseryevski, and threat
ened TO write his books in Russian here
after
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
The Reek.

Tonight they're sitting by the peat
Talking of me. ! know
Grandfather in the ingle seat,
Mother and Meg and Joe.
feel sudden puff of heat
That sets my ears aglow,
And smell the reek OF burning peat
Across the Belgian snow.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
BATTLE AND OTHER POEMS
By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson.

Exultant and unchallenged: and my rhyme
Would set him safely out Of reach OF time
In that old heaven where things are What
they seem.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
The Bayonet.

Nv
This bloody steel
Has killed a man.
| heard him squeal
As on | ran.
He watched me come
With wagging head.
| pressed it home,
And he was dead.
Though clean and clear
I've wiped the steel,
| still can hear
That dying squeal.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
When the Germans Came.

The cure talked with us about the Ger
mans We asked him how the peasants felt
toward them after the burning and the muir
ders.
81 will tell you how the village electrician
felt" replied he. "IIe came back after the
troops had left and took look about the
village.
"If ever get hold of those Germans
I'll chew them up he said to me.
"'Some of them are still here replied
"'Show them 10 me quick he demanded.
"'They are in the church, grievously
wounded
high on his stretcher grooming from his wound
and the uncomfortable position.
"'Here. you, what are you grooming about? ?
Numbered the electrician. He lit a cigarette
and pulled at it, as he gared at his enemy.
Uncomfortable, are you? I'll fix you he
went on, sternly. Very gently he eased the
German down into the softer part of the
stretcher, and tucked in his blankets.
"'Now, stop your groaning,' he command
ed He stood there moment in silence then
burst out again angrily
"What are you cycling me for? Want a
cigarette, do you?'
"He pulled out cigarette, put il in the lips
of the wounded man. and lit it. Then he came
home with me and installed electric lights for
me- That was the way he chewed up the
Germans.
! Gas for me- lost twenty pounds of weight
/ because of those fellows. After they have
| been in a room it is a chaos: mems clothing
women's undergarments, petticoats, skirts
shoes, napkins, cloths, hats, papers, boxes
trunks, curtains. carpets, furniture overturned
and broken, communicates robes everything
| in mess. | have seen them take bottles OF
gherkins, cherries, conserves of vegetables
pots of grease, lard. hams, everything they
could eat or drink. What they couldn't carry
they destroyed. They opened the taps of wine
casks, barrels Of oil and vinegar and set flow
| ing the juice Of fruits ready for distillation.
"The official pllage of precious objects
which are to be sent to Germany is directed
/ by an officer. He has a motor car and men
/ | have sometimes asked for vouchers for tho
objects stolen in that way. The vouchers are
marked with the signature of the officer doing
the requisitioning and with the stamp of the
regiment. But who will do the paying, end
when will they do it? The plunderer who
takes bottles of wine gives vouchers. have
seen some Of them which were playfully
written in German, reading:
"'Thanks, good people, we will drink to
your health
when the Germans entered my house they
! held revolvers in their hands. 1t is so always
and everywhere If all they are asking of yo'i
is match or "A word of advice. the Bocho
takes out his revolver from its holster and
plunges it back in when he has got what he
wishes. With revolver bullet he shoots a
steer, and knocks down pig with the butt
of his rifle The animals are skinned He
doesn't take anything but the choice morses.
He leaves the rest in the middle of the street,
or court or garden-the head. the carcass
and the hide"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03
Salvage.

So suddenly her life
Had crashed about that gray old country wife
Naked she stood. and gazed
Eewidered, while her home about her bared
New-widowed, and bereft
OF her five sons, she chung to what was left
Still hugging all she'd got
A toy gun and copper coffee pot.
From Battle and Other POEMS" by Vii
frid Wilson Gibson; Copyright, 1916, by The
Macmillan Company
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-03

in the house was paralytic man, who was
burned in his bed
at was the house of Jean Lecourtier, sew
enty years old.
an front of the Poincaire house | met
a general, who, they said, was the Duke Of
Wurttemberg. He said to me:
az am glad to see you, cure congratu-
late YOU You are the first chaplain ! have
seem Generally, when we get to a village
the Mayor and the cure have run away.
We officers are angry at what has taken
place here. You have treated us we'll
"Perhaps you will be able to stop the
horror said 10 him.
"'Ah, what can you expect? II is war
There are bad soldiers in your army and
in ours"
The afternoon had passed while we were
talking. We rose to make cur goodbys
Come with me-" said the cure. He led US
down the village street TO a small house,
whose backyard is little garden on the
little river. All the setting small and
homelike and simple, like the village itself
and the cure. A young woman stepped out
from the kitchen to greet us.
"Ths is the girl" said Father Viler.
Helene Process is twenty years old, with the
dark coloring, soft, slightly olive skin, brown
eyes, Of thousand other young women in
the valley of the Meuse. But the look in
her eyes was the same look that a friend
Of mine carries, though il is now twelve years
since the hour when her mother was burned
TO death on board the General Slocum. Sud
den horror has fixed itself on the face of
this girl Of Triaucourt, whose mother and
grandmother and aunt were shot in front of
her in one moment.
She led us through the garden. There were
only few yards Of it; just little homely
place. She brought US to the fence, low
wire affair, cheaply made and easy to get
over.
"The bullets were splashing around me-"
she said.
The tiny river, which had hardly out
grown its beginnings as brook, went sliding
past. 1t seemed quiet place for tragedy.
The Prescott daily news., 1916-08-09
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