New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-08-17

sprawling: What do you mean by ly-
ing there anyhow"
II was a New Zealand company which
| saw, and in the class were a number
of Maoris. These were fine, husky men
OF the type seen in the Hawaiian ISL
ands. All played the game hard, but
none seemed so imaginatively stirred
by it as the Maoris. They were fairly
carried away by the enthusiasm OF a
charge. and left their trenches each
time shouting at top voice. The capt
ure of the third trench by no means
satisfied them. They wanted TO go on
and on. If the officer had not called
a halt there's no telling that they
might have invaded the next field and
bayoneted the bombadiers. Over the
hill there was a rattle of machine guns
and beyond that more scattering vol
ume of musketry. We stopped and
watched the men at their rifle practice.
The Shooting That Counts
"You wouldn't believe it," said the
instructor, but we've got 70 keep ham,
mering il home TO men that rifles are
meant to shoot with. For time you
heard nothing but bayonets. A gun
might have been nothing more than
pike. Later everything was bombs, and
sometimes soldiers just stood and
waited till the Boches got close, so that
they could peg something at EN-. But
when these men go away they're gong
to know that the bombs and the bay
onet are the frill. It's the shooting
that counts"
We left the University of Destruc-
ton and sped miles away to have tea
with a general. Even to one who had
learned to like the o'clock affairs IT
comes with a bit of shock to see a
man of blood and iron revel in toast
and marmalade. But this was no jam
general. Sir Henry Horne has been
one of the most successful commanders
on the Western front. He has grown
up with the army from the early days
He has watched the contemplate little
army" become a great machine ana
has seen the men who advanced so tast
at the beginning of the war go back
and back. He showed US the great re-
lief map upon which the Vimy and
Messines attacks were planned and also
showed just how we'll the photographs
of aviators reveal the positions of the
enemy. He was interested to hear how
the American troops were fsring and
greatest confidence that they would
prove their worth.
Trainings a great thing" he said,
"but after all's said and done, battles
can't be won unless you have a few
brave spirits who are willing to take
desperate chances. There's no teach
ing that"
On the way back we stopped some
VI N or raf
town which blnked at the sky through
shattered roofs. The place we chose
was one OF those which had been fortu-
nate enough TO keep a roof over its
head The room was crowded with
Australians. with English. Scotch and
Canadians, but one voice rose above all
the rest
81 come from the same town as old
Frank Chance, that used TO play first
base for the Cubs" said the voice,
"Fresno's my home" the voice babbled
on. But 1t was pleasant voice though
loud, profane and obscene. 1t was a
wireless from home. lt was i've
star final sporting extra. Across from
the man from Fresno sat an Indian.
"lm proud to be with you, Tommy"
said the man from Fresno, and then
added, good, old Tommy Longbost."
Here was the sporting page, indeed.
recognized at once the long, laak Ind
ian who used TO win all the marathons.
He vas in the uniform of an engineer
in a Canadian regiment. | found the
man from Fresno outside little later,
and we passed the time of day and the
standings of the clubs. "My names
Frank Simonds," he said, land | un-
M
that name back in the States. If you
ever run across him or find out where
he is, give him my regards. Just tell
him my names Frank Simonds and |
come from California, where Frank
Chance lives. Yes, sir, he's got one of
the biggest orange groves in the state"
when do you think the war will .be
over" | asked. "Oh! I don't know"
said the man from Fresno, "but, say,
wasn't old Frank Chance some baby
back in the days when he was right?
Him and Evers, and Tinker, and Stein
feldt was some infeld, now, wasn't it ?"